Irene blinked back to the present and looked at Cameron.  She looked a little tired.  The sun and the country sucked the life out of you if you weren't careful, she mused.<br/><br/>Smiling, she leaned her hip on the lower, inner counter and shook her head.  "Nothing worth speaking aloud, Cameron."<br/><br/>"Did you come here with the intent of being a wh---  a girl of the night?" she asked.  "No grand plans to find a husband and set up a house?" she continued.<br/><br/>The tinge of bitterness slid over the words.  Irene smiled, though.  She needed to keep her tone pleasant.  She wasn't getting any younger and youth was everything in the flesh trade.