<strong>"Say, haven't I seen you around, probably last night, perhaps?"</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, if you've got good eyes, then I suppose you have," Cameron said to her with a bit of a wink. Her smile turned up slightly at the corners, the focus of her charm shifting effortlessly from Carmen to the Madame, though there was nothing artificial about the change in her attention. Nothing that suggested a falseness or a forced politeness about her, rather her interest appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be completely and wholly sincere.<br/><br/>"I think you may have spotted me for a moment or two, I rode into town last night," she said, tapping her finger against her lips and looking up towards the ceiling in a gesture that suggested faux deep thought, "Though if I recall, you skittered up the stairs rather quick with Marshall Tall, Dark, and Stonejawed only a minute or two after my arrival, so I won't exactly hold it against you if the ghost don't have a familiar face."<br/><br/>She took her time as she leaned back against the bar, eyeing the woman up and down. Elegantly disheveled was the word that came to mind, the wear of the long stroll up the hill to the saloon evident on the Madame, especially in those heels, which Cameron was not too proud to admit that she coveted, "Now, don't you look like you strolled through the twelve labors on your way over," she said with a playful laugh.<br/><br/>"What say you we grab a table and a drink? I'm hoping to catch the attention of at least one pretty lady today. Cameron Maccrae, if you haven't caught it before, and what, pray tell, shall I call you, love?"<br/>