Recounting the story had taken a lot out of her, she hadn't realised that as she told it her glass had miraculously not emptied. Sarah had drank continuously and was now feeling the effects. Not drunk but not far off of it either, the fresh air no doubt would be the catalyst to see that eventuality pass.<br/><br/>She heard him out, he knew them at least but curiousity peaked when he declared that not even he, a marshall would go anywhere near where they were hiding out. Well he wasn't her, she would go to the depths of Hell itself to have her vengence on them. Lying to him wouldn't make a difference to her. She was tarnished far too deep to be worried about her soul now.<br/><br/>Had Brody Castle known she had followed him? The man that had been shot, knew him obviously and of course there would be others. Others at the saloon who would most likely have gone high tailing it after Castle to inform him of what had transpired in Oasis. She snapped her head up and looked at him as if he had spoke to a child. Of all the nerve, she could definitely hold a gun steady. She wasn't completely thick!<br/><br/>She stood as well, a little shaky at first but resting her hand on the desk before her a moment she steadied herself well enough. Surely he had drank as much as she had, if he could hold his gun without shaking then so could she! Removing her own gun she glanced down at it in her hand. It felt heavier than normal, the effects of the alcohol were far too strong, she could barely lift it up not to mind her head.<br/><br/>Slowly, far too slowly she did both and almost capsized against the desk. Her hand slammed the gun down on top of it and she leaned heavily against the edge.<br/><strong>"I don't ... usually drink ... be ... before lifting my gun"</strong>her words were slightly slurred as she stared at him,<strong>"The Inn ... fine, I'll ... go there."</strong><br/><br/>Attempting to push herself from the desk, she grabbed for her gun.<br/><strong>"I'll be back"</strong>though she wasn't sure she could even leave at this point. Straightening herself up wasn't an easy task either and Sarah barely made it to the end of the desk before the effects of the whiskey knocked her out.