<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>OOC: I'm a little confused as to the layout, but here goes.</em></span><br/><br/>Distractions...damn he'd gotten sidetracked again, but as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes falling on the pretty lass that watched him go from the doors of her private compartment. He had to smile to himself, and if he hadn't been in plain view of her and every other pretty<br/>girl on board this rickety thing, he'd pat himself on the back. Jezebel had been one hell of a distraction. He moved through the train, taking the time to finish adjusting his clothing, a pair of faded pants, boots and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the first three buttons undone and showing off his chest made up his look. Sweeping a hand through his hair, he pushed open the door and easily crossed the metal connector. He was on his way towards the vault, a old  friend from his past had tipped him off that something was going down on this train, and he could bet it involved that vault. Hell, if he hadn't turned lawman he'd be after that pretty little prize himself.<br/><br/>He entered the luggage cart just in time for the damn train to hit it's breaks and send him and a pretty gal to the floor, His foot had caught on someone's trunk and he'd just barely escaped his face getting up close and personal with the floor by twisting his body, his right shoulder smacking against the ground instead.<strong>" Son of a..B..."</strong>he started to curse, but bit his tongue at the last moment when he saw the girl. Pushing himself to his feet, he fought the urge to wince as a twinge of pain shot through his shoulder.<strong>" You alright there Miss?"</strong>he offered her his hand, a winning smile on his lips.<br/><br/>