Whatever expectations Owen had held about the sharpshooting legend were banished almost immediately. Annie Oakley seemed humble, down-to-earth, and even a bit casual about her notoriety. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the very least, and at the offer of an answer to whatever question he might have, he found himself considering carefully, not wanting to waste such a valuable chance to speak with the legend. "Oh, well, if you're taking questions, then I suppose I'm a bit curious as to what you're doing in town. I mean, there hasn't been a circus or show like that in a good while, from what I've been told, at least." He tapped his fingers on the bar nervously as he added "To be honest, my sister and I actually just rode in today ourselves. We haven't much idea of the tone of the place; for all we know they have circuses every day." Fawn shook her head helplessly at her brother's fumbling. "I'll take it from here." She patted him on the shoulder, tugging at the hem of her vest to adjust the fit slightly. "Owen here just wants to know what brought a lovely young thing like you to a ramshackle town like this one." She failed to mention the fact that she was no older than the young woman. "We're just taking advantage of the town's local facilities before moving on. We're drifters, more than anything else. Most towns don't take kindly to that, 'specially when one of the drifters is half-Cherokee, but we take what we can get. We'll more likely than not be staying here, maybe a couple of days, then back to the trail. Such is life, right? How about you? You here for long?" She downed her drink, slamming the glass back on the bar with no regard for the survival of the item or even the bar itself.