Laying on the sheet, Guinevera had almost nodded off to sleep when she heard heavy footsteps in the next room followed by the door opening. She rolled to her side and then rolled onto her stomach facing a rather near naked Marshal. Only a towel around his waist was what covered this man's pride. She enjoyed what she saw and did not mind the Marshal for calling out to her informally. She looked up and down the man's full, naked stature as she replied, "Yes, Marshal?" On her face was an expression of enjoyment as she held her head on her hand, propping the hand with her folded arm, elbow grounded to the bed.<br/><br/>The Marshal was too far for her to grab the towel and fully exposed him, but still she enjoyed the fact that the Marshal was being careful. Around Oasis, men had to be careful, or else, they would find themselves in a Mexican standoff surrounded by pistol-wielding women and with no weapon to point back.