Guinevera sat comfortably as Marshal Wrynn spoke. Hearing his voice was a rare commodity and it was sort of a treasure to Miss Starr. The Marshal hardly ever spoke, since he rather let his gun do the talking. She took the bottle of whisky as it was set down on the table and pour herself another shot. She was about to chug it down, but only managed to take a sip when Marshal asked her a question.<br/><br/>"No ... none that I can think of, but there is one," she started to speak and draw to a conclusion. She leaned in, her face entering the Marshal's space of comfort, her cleavage easily visible if the Marshal dared to look down. She used the silence that the Marshal had favored to penetrate his bubble before continuing. "You, Marshal," she stated, snapping back away from his face, her back hitting the cushions. She downed the remaining whisky in the glass and set it down on the table, accidentally tipping the glass over and letting the remaining droplets of whisky pour out of the cup and onto the counter.<br/><br/>The glass hit the counter at the same time another shot glass hit the floor. Immediately, Guinevera turned her attention to another incident happening not too far from the booth, at one of the tables where the gentlemen were playing some Texas Hold'em. Miss Starr leaned in, her head feeling the buzz of the whisky and her cleavage exposed for wary eyes to see. Irene had spotted a cheater and had thrown the shot glass at the man to get his attention. Irene looked her way for confirmation and Guinevera tilted her head to one side with a smile on her face, a gesture that meant that she agreed with what the bartender was saying.<br/><br/>The night was intensifying, with Irene as some sort of catalyst that reacted with cheaters and the disrespectful. It was an honorable act in the saloon and the patrons were applauding her for it. Guinevera couldn't help but smile as she leaned back to relax her back upon the booth's cushions. She glanced at Marshal, who sat upright and uptight as usual. She smiled once more, though at the unchanging demeanor of the Marshal.