Irene's glance slipped to the man once more.  He was within hearing.  Being a lawman, she knew he'd feel some sort of duty to prevent her from killing the three men.  And, quite honestly, she didn't want her private history to be discussed on the floor, as it were.  She was already looked at oddly by some of the girls for spending so much time behind the bar.<br/><br/>She smiled at Guinevara as the woman spoke kindly to her.  She'd always been kind, Irene recalled.  One day, over a large bottle of Tequila, she might relate her story.  For now, Irene needed to calm down.  Going off half-cocked was never good.  Irene needed information and she needed a plan.  But, she would not drag someone else along on her path to hell, none except those that deserved to go there.<br/><br/>"It feels like the mother of all thunder storms is brewing and I'm tonight's lighning rod, ma'am."  Irene set the shot glass down.  "Maybe just a short walk would clear my head..."  She covered Guinevara's hand on her arm, patting it, soothing.  "Thank you." She spoke as if the woman had given permission, not even realizing she hadn't.