Cameron gives a bit of an eloquent bow, a tiny play of foppish mockery as she dips her head to kiss the fine lady's hand, smirking as she comes back up, listening to her stories of the men who wander into the saloon, "Aye, I've met a good number from all over the Queen's lands," she smiles a bit, "Helps that I've roamed so much m'self that I can do a pretty good mock-up of whatever accent they're lookin' for. Highlands, Edinburrah, Liverpudian, Cockney, Queens, I'm a regular copy of the Isles m'self here squawkin' and walkin.'"<br/><br/>She follows the woman up the winding road, through the houses that have sprung up since the mansion's conversion to the brothel, into an older section of town, finding as the roads converge on that spot, the fortified brothel on the hill, standing majestic and imposing before her.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the walk Sweet," she gives a bit of a bow as she ties up her horse at the livery, putting him next to the others with some feed and water, "You certainly made the trip more pleasant. Feel free to look me up 'slong as I'm in town," she smiles, giving a bit of a wink, as was her nature.<br/><br/>She leaves Lysander, her constant companion for these past few months, making her way up to the saloon.<br/><br/>----> To Saguaro Saloon