<strong>"Just one, maybe two or three,"</strong><br/><br/>"Now, don't flatter yourself love, I can already tell by looking at yeh, it would take more 'n half the labors to really put you out. Though maybe a bit of accute fatigue could be, a'course, forgiven." She keeps the smile, it seems to hang about her face, maybe the scar has something to do with it, an illusion that makes her seem to be constantly joking, jesting, but still, she seems prenaturally jovial, ever-too-willing to roll with the punches.<br/><br/><strong>"Guinevera Starr, but mostly everyone calls me Madame Starr."</strong><br/><br/>"Then I'll stick to Madame or Mum" she says with a bit of a smile, "I don' mean anything by it, it's just that I appreciate a woman in charge." She smiles a bit at that, "O'course, depends on whether or not I end up getting to know yeh better."<br/><br/>She attempts to seem not too eager to jump upon the opportunity to pursue their engagement somewhere more private.<br/><br/><strong> "Una botella de las cosas caras y alguna infusión de Saguaro, Maria,"</strong><br/><br/>She nods to the saloon girl, "Bring a bottle of scotch with that, love, we'll see where things go" she finishes, smiling at the Madame Guinevera.