Irene jerked at Guinevera's touch.  She had been so focused on the men that she hadn't even heard the rumble of the people in the room.<br/><br/>"I'm fine.  Mad as a wet hen, but fine.  Thank you," she added, heading to the swinging doors to see if she might see what sort of horses the men were riding.  She breathed out a grunt; the men were far and away.  Her eyes moved back to the Madame and she smiled.  "You scared them off good and proper."<br/><br/>Irene retrieved her tray and got back to work.