Irene's smile pulled to the side.  "By all means, this will be an official visit.  Quite honestly, the man scares me.  I don't know if it's the wondering if he'll put me in jail because he's decided I'm guilty of killing Timothy or just his personality.  I might be able to stammer out an introduction..."  She stopped as he kissed her and smiled.<br/><br/>"Public displays will not help your credibility, Sam.  And, public displays with me...well, you may be done before you start," she said.<br/><br/>She led the way to the Marshall's office glancing in the window as they passed.  The room was empty.  She almost took the chicken's way out and suggested they head to the Saguaro, now.  She sighed, though, and pushed the door open.<br/><br/>"Hello?" she called.  The office had that feel of an unoccupied space, yet she called louder.  "Marshall?  Hello?"