Clara's eyes observe the key for a moment, usually when someone toyed with something like that it was important to them for some reason. A token to remember someone by, lucky charm, or something else secret. Not knowing what category this might fall under, Clara simply filed away note of the key for potential use in the future.<br/><br/>"You've a price on your head? I know John there did, seen his face sketched on a couple of posters." Clara thought about it a moment, "Oh, right, my names Clara by the way, Clara Emmett." As she chatted with Sara she noticed John get up and slip over to the bar. She was somewhat frightened by the man, and vaguely curious about him too. Still, if he was in town for a bit longer, she'd have time to find out more about him she was sure.<br/><br/>"They don't have a whole lot of choice in their prices," Clara remarked while John spoke to Andy at the bar. While she talked, Clara flipped her blonde hair as she glanced around the bar. "They can go weeks before a wagon rolls into town, and they can't always be sure what'll come with it. They really aren't so bad, fixed me up, so I can't really complain, can I?"<br/><br/>Clara leaned in a bit closer to Sara, and lowered her voice to barely above a whisper, "So, about your being wanted... John is a bit too famous, but I haven't seen any posters of you hung up in every little backwater town around here. I may be able to help you out with that. I can write up a nice pretty piece of paper for you, signed by the governor of the territory himself, or at least looking that way, pardoning you for your past crimes. All we'd need is an official seal to make it right and the Mayor or maybe the Sheriff would have one of those. Mmm... but that wouldn't be charity work. I'm looking to get out of here, and I need a horse and some more Dinero. Maybe we can work out a trade?"