Cross tips his hat slightly as the woman gives him a nod. "Ma'am." Is his polite reply as he sets back down where his drink was at. Flipping open his coat he reaches to a folded piece of parchment in an upper pocket. "seeing as I'll be staying here tonight I might as well give you this paper. Its the one the Marshall's sent to me asking me to investigate the situation that you sent them. I'm a bit closer than they are right now. The Names Cross... Johnathan Cross." His badge seems to catch the light as he says this and he slides the paper across the bar to the man behind it. Something else catches the light as well. Its a small silver cross earing in his left ear. He leaves the paper where it is and goes back to sipping his whiskey.<br/><br/>(Hairy, you can say what the Telegram says)