<strong>Guinevera Starr conversing with Cameron<br/>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh," she simply said as she recalled the series of the events from last night. She had remembered a woman come in before Irene last night, but she was mostly focused on the slightly intoxicated Marshal to get a good glance at the woman. When she mentioned her rather quick leading of the man up the stairs and into her room, Guinevera turned her head away from the woman to hide her embarrassed blush. "So, that was you, huh?"<br/><br/>"Just one, maybe two or three," she muttered, her attention at the knowledge of the Greek hero Hercules, formerly Heracles. Guinevera was sure that this woman was educated. She herself was educated by traveling professors who traded non-fiction passages with sexual favors. If this woman was a Swan, she would be sought after by men ranging from humble cattle ranchers to the rare posh gentlemen from the areas of wealth. Guinevera had mentioned two to three labors, considering the walk she had to endure, the heat of the afternoon sun and the very fact that in the desert, it's always hot.<br/><br/>"Guinevera Starr, but mostly everyone calls me Madame Starr," she said with confidence and pride. So this was<em>the</em>Cameron Maccrae. The information in the letter fit the description, and there was no denying that there would another woman by that name besides the one sitting on the stool before her. "Miss Maccrae, I had a feeling you might be coming to my establishment one of these days. Maybe we can take our conversation someplace more ... private?"<br/><br/>Guinevera turned to the saloon girl serving the drinks and said to her in Spanish, her accent changing to one closest to the native tongue of the people of the South. "<em>Una botella de las cosas caras y alguna infusión de Saguaro, Maria,</em>" she said.