With Sara making a beeline for the door, and clutching her hand, Clara really had no option but to follow. Not that she wanted to stay in the bar anyway, she wan't opposed to a little violence now and then, but she was a confidence woman, not a murderer... well, not much of one anyway. She shook the image of the man she had gunned down out of her head and followed slightly behind Sara, noticing John and the knife wielding man talking outside the saloon.<br/><br/>"So... where are we going Sara?" Clara asked, "There's not a lot of options ofther than the saloon for killing time. I suppose we could get your things and bring them over to my room at the brothel. They have a small bar there, nice than the one Andy runs, and less violent too. Probably because the sheriff spends half his time there drinking, and the bouncers don't much care for armed folk causing trouble."