<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Ladytophat.jpg)</div>Phoebe crossed her arms and shot a smirk in Backer's direction.  His words didn't rattle her in the least as they were of a kind she'd heard many times before in countless other towns.  Peddler of false hope.  Snake Oil Merchant.  Quack.  Charlatan.<em>Liar</em>.  And…well, it was really a rather tiresomely exhaustive list, just kind of went on and on like that, and people were always coming with creative new phrases to add to it.   Words however were weapons the doctor didn't particularly fear.  She'd been much more worried he was going to pull an actual knife or a pistol and try to pick her pocket or hold them up, an experience she'd experienced with greater frequency than she liked, her luck being what it was.  The sheriff though, that was a different matter.  That was only deserving of her contempt.<br/><br/>"See what I mean?" she said to Victoria with a sigh.  "Skepticism, wherever I go.  Clearly this man knows nothing about medical science or he would realize how unfairly he maligns me."  She took hold of the gunfighter's wrist, gently, and attempted to convince Victoria to follow her away from the scruffy lawman.  "Us, I should say.  She's not my hired anything, Mr. Backer.  She's merely looking for a bath, and if you don't mind, I think we'll both be heading to the inn now.  We don't need to stand here and be insulted."