Cameron watches the girl slide behind the bar, walking up and taking a seat at one of the stools, "They let pretty birds like you wander about the town as an advertisement, then, love?" she says with a bit of a grin, giving a wink.<br/><br/>"I'll take a glass of London Dry if you've got it, with whatever pint you've got darkest to chase," she says with a bit of a smirk as she leans back, looking around the tavern.<br/><br/>There were poker tables, sure, gambling was always going to be a part of this family of establishments, but they always gave her a bit of a shiver. She turned her chair a bit, keeping herself turned away from them. A number of old-looking men well into the cups. Probably locals, she mused, drinking off a hard day's labor and she could begrudge them nothing for that. A few Dandys that seemed to have just blown into the town, probably looking for a bit of a toss. She couldn't begrudge them that either, but the sight of a person that'd never put in a good day's labor in their life always put her teeth on edge, despite her upbringing.<br/><br/>She sat the pouch down on the bar, stunned for a moment at the sight of the Madame Guinevera, having not a clue that it was the woman she'd sent her letter to in the first place, simply taken aback by her beauty. Seeing both Irene and the Madame, she realized why the drunk in the other town had raved about this place so.<br/><br/>"Angels fallen to earth..." she muses a bit under her breath, eyes going a bit distant for a moment.<br/><br/>She comes back to herself, setting the heavy bag on the table, "Sun's fallen, love, time for all the naughty folk to give their livers a run" she smirks, "I got your first round, take what you please."