Straightening from pointing out the mealtime offerings to Cameron, Irene gave the pale-eyed man a long, hard look.  She moved down the counter and pulled a beer for him.  She blew the foam off the top and then took a moment to lick her hand free of the foam.<br/><br/>"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" she asked, her tone droll as she set the mug before him.<br/><br/>She stared as he leaned in to whisper, "Was it a celebration or a wake, Miss?  I hope it was the former.  I reckon that somehow the latter would get me some more work to do."<br/><br/>And, then he introduced himself.<br/><br/>Irene looked him over more carefully.  Had his teeth.  No visible deformity.  Though, the worst deformities didn't show on the outside, they lived in the skulls of sick men, and women.  No sign of lesions...  She smiled.  "It wasn't either.  Just another night," she said.  "I'm Irene.  There's only one Irene here.  And, if you want a bath...well, we've got them.  There's a price, depending on how you want that bath."  She leaned on the counter, looking at the gun, then looking up at the man.  Lawman, she thought.<br/><br/>She crooked her finger at him to come closer.  "If you want that bath alone, it's one price.  If you want me, too, it's another.  And, if you want me all night, there's even another price.  But, I think I could make it worth your while."  She stood up, grinning at the prospect of some income.  "You'd be clean," she said.