Tara caught her breath as the Sheriff leaned down into her face.  Her entire body tensed as she struggled to maintain her guise.  Something about the woman set her on edge, and her cover of the shy nun was endangered every time the woman looked her way.  Trembling, more from the force of not letting herself slip out of her assumed identity than anything else, Tara nodded.  She bot her tongue, and swallowed every bit of sharp-tongued retort that was swelling in her throat.  It seemed as though the others were taking care of that well enough without her.<br/><br/>To those around her, it might look as though she were trembling from fear, her eyes falling to the floor as the Sheriff backed away, but anyone who looked closely could see that her eyes shone a more brilliant green than usual.  She was on fire inside, and she wasn't entirely sure it was all directed at the woman who spoke as many blatant lies as she did half-truths.  Why was the holy knight not speaking up?  He had been there, she had watched him throw the fire bomb . . . and he was going to let Alex take the blame.  Her small hands balled in her over-sized sleeves and she swallowed hard.<br/><br/>With the Sheriff's attention elsewhere, Tara slipped silently out of the tavern.  She kept her head down and walked on silent feet until she was outside.  A deep, clear breath of air later, she fought to clear her mind.  She pushed her back against the wall, deciding to wait for the Valeriana- as they had the same task to complete- as she tried to figure out how to either cover Alex- and herself- or get rid of teh Sheriff completely.  The last option sounded like the most efficient and probably the most satisfying, but she was in enough trouble without a law woman's blood on her hands.