Sara very quickly joins Clara under the table. This is not a good time to be exposed. The space under the piece of furniture is fairly limited, and she managed to get her revolver in her hand only with a struggle. "Shee-it! Never play poker in here, honey!" she cbuckles as it becomes clear what the shooting is about. Some how, in the hurry to get under cover and get herself armed, she has ended up half lying on her side, with Clara sort of crouched over her.<br/><br/>She grins up at the pretty blonde. "Warll, ain't this cozy?" she drawls, with a cheeky grin and a wink. Her left hand, the empty one, reaches up to touch the other woman softly on the cheek, then withdraws quickly. "Yu know, Ah reckon it's about time we got thu hell outa here! What say?"