Irene's eyes widened slightly as the man spoke.  She didn't think they'd exchanged fifteen words the entire time she'd been there.  Now, that number had at least doubled.<br/><br/>"No, sir," she said, managing a small smile hoping she didn't look like a dog warning someone away from their bone.  "No one roughed me up.  But, that Vincent might have a goose egg on his head from where the glass hit him.  Serves him right.  You do wrong, you should be punished."<br/><br/>Irene watched the man pour, glanced at her boss and accepted the drink.  It was poor manners not to, and that was instilled in all the girls.  She sipped, letting the alcohol roll about in her mouth before swallowing and then taking the rest at once.  "Thank you, sir.  I was just thinking that...I seem to be the focus of some bad energy.  It might be good for me to head out early, ma'am."  She was telling the truth in so far as she felt the need.  Of course, she was going to try to follow those three horsemen and get back before the saloon opened tomorrow.  She twisted slightly and plucked a folded wad of cash from the top of her stocking and held it out to Guinevara.  "From earlier...while you were out," she said.<br/><br/>Irene remained standing.  She'd heard the Marshal's offer, but if she sat, she would drink.  And, if she drank, she might get drunk and when she got drunk, if she didn't get mad, she got sad.  And, either way, her mouth ran off and she didn't think this was the night for that.  Short of following orders to work, Irene was keeping her wits and following those boys.