Clara glanced down at Sara and cocked an eyebrow. "Sure. Cozy. Also getting a bit bloody for my tastes. I really don't feel like being shot again so soon."<br/><br/>She looked over at the other woman who interjected and smirked briefly, peeking up at the two men having the confrontation before looking back at the Emma woman. She reached a hand across the open space between the tables. "Name's Clara, pleased to meet you Emma."<br/><br/>Seeing the knife wielder take down the gunman, Clara started to crawl up from the table, offering Sara her hand once she'd gotten to her feet. She smoothed out her clothes, brushing off some dirt from the floor and glanced around the bar. "Time to get while the getting is good so they say. If I'm going to be killed it better be while trying to make a dollar, not while having a drink."