She grinned and flinched only a little when Sam did his grabb-ass.  She removed his hand with a very school-marmish shake of her head.<br/><br/>The mention of children made Irene's stomach drop.  She had failed to take Isabella's elixir...the one that prevented pregnancy.  She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to think straight, counting days.  "Oh, christ on a cracker," she muttered.  Did she want children?  Did SAM want children?  She felt slightly lightheaded as the thoughts pounded through her mind like runaway horses.<br/><br/>Sam was staring at her, now, waiting for a response.  Irene thought quickly and realized he'd asked about the Clerk.<br/><br/>"He's a bit of an odd duck.  Never comes to the saloon.  Doesn't have a girlfriend that anyone knows of.  No boyfriend, either," she added.  "Very pale, wears peculiar tinted glasses and you never see him outside without an umbrella."  She shrugged.  "He seems competent enough, though.  I mean, I've never heard a word against him."<br/><br/>She looked at Sam, studied him as a prospective father. She didn't want to worry him without cause, yet.  Maybe her timing was off.  And, peole didn't get pregnant every time they had sex at the right time of the month...Right?  She smiled at Sam and reached for the door into the Clerk's office.