Guinevera opened the door of her room and stepped outside. Her shooting hand was already on the hilt of one of her revolvers, though she did not unholster the weapon to prevent herself from shooting a bystander. She walked over to the railing of the veranda which looked down onto the saloon floor. The four inch heels of her thigh high boots hitting the wooden floor in the silence caused a few of the faces below to turn and look. About half of the men and all of the saloon girls were staring at a scene that was happening around the tables, Irene being part of it. In her hand was broken bottle. Her hair was thrashed around and her chest was heaving up and down, as if she had run a mile in heels. Before her was a man on the floor clutching his head, about a dozen guns pointing at the group of newcomers tending to the man.<br/><br/>Miss Starr walked down the stairs, most of the eyes in the room reverting to her entrance. She walked casually through the crowd and then stopped beside Irene, planting a comforting hand on the girl's back, rubbing it as she turned to look at the group of men before her. She let go of Irene and walked forwards, her eyes staring into the eyes of the man on the floor. Without any hesitation, she deliver a front kick towards the man's jaw as he stood, sending him sprawling on the ground on his back. Immediately as she kicked him, she took out her revolvers and pointed the barrel at the two closest men. "I think Irene here is right, gentlemen. I suggest you do what she says before you all end up talking to the mortician," she calmly said. One by one, the men ran out of the saloon, and sounds of horses neighing and hooves galloping seconds afterward.<br/><br/>Guinevera holstered her weapons and immediately, as the sun set outside and the lamps were lit, the activity in the saloon resumed as if nothing happened. She turned around and approached Irene. She reached down and pulled the broken bottle out of her hand and placed it on a tray of a passing saloon girl. "How you doing, my dear?" Guinevera asked, fixing up Irene's hair as best as she can.