Cameron tossed a wink back at Irene. She eyed up the lawman for a second, then shrugged and turn back to the door. Good for the girl, it looked like she'd had something of a rough night the evening previous, she could do with a bit of fun. Cameron was quite busy wishing the barmaid all the best when the door to the saloon opened with a resounding slam, a slim, lithe figure silhouetted by the sunlight pouring into the saloon's interior. She caught her breath for a moment, her teeth finding her lower lip. Now if that wasn't a pleasant development, she didn't know the meaning of the term. Her fingers moved up to the brim of her hat, tilting it back up to make sure her view stayed unobstructed as she waited for Carmen to come a little closer to the bar.<br/><br/>"Oh, love," she breathed in a low tone, just loud enough for the girl to hear as she approached, "If girls as pretty as you just wander in this often I'm certainly going to have to stick around." She said it with a smirk, dialing her accent back enough so that it lightly clipped the ends of her words, just enough to give them a bit of a twist, nothing more.<br/><br/>She lifted her eyebrows a bit to emphasize the playful tease, bringing the glass of juice Irene had slid down to her up to her lips, taking a long sip, not expecting the juice to be sweet, enjoying it quite a bit. The papaya wouldn't be nearly as good for her bit of a hangover as tomato, but she was suddenly finding that said hangover was almost completely forgotten.