Selena gave a long suffering sigh at the tavern's reaction before walking up to the proprietor and holding up a few coins, carefully removed from her coin pouch, along with a few up her sleeve, before she entered so that no one would be able to see where she kept her money... or how much she had.<br/><br/>"Dinner and a room for two, stabling and feed for our horses, a breakfast we can eat on the road... and no condescending or lewd comments or offers."<br/><br/>She met his eyes levelly and something about the way she stood drew the eyes of even the most amorous to the well worn grip on the pistol at her hip... and the faint stain on the cuffs of her sleeves, a stain that can only be made by firing so many shots that the powder becomes so ingrained that nothing can remove it.