Sara chuckles and pulls her mask off. "Yeah, I met 'm. Y'all're trav'lin' wi' one o' the blood-thirstiest bad guys this side o' the Pecos! An Ah reckon he's a friend o' mine." The revolver stays in her hand, stays aimed, but the hammer is lowered back to the percussion cap. Her finger still holds the trigger in, though, so the weapon will cock and fire all with a pull of her thumb on the hammer or a sweep of her other palm across it.<br/><br/>"So what's in it fer us? More cash? You say you've got it, we want it. What are you willing to pay for our... heh, illustrious company?"