Kira sighed softly to no one but herself, the scent of rich spices pierced the air as it was being prepared by one of the cooks. She walked over to and sat down on a chair that was at the saloon but a step close to Colm Mcpherson, nervously not saying a single word to him until ready. "Good evening to ya .." then turning to the barteder, "I want ale please." She took a moment to sideways glance at the male now sitting beside her, not really interested but looking for some true sort of friendly companionship to fill the void that was within her dark, hollow, depthless soul. 

She needed a bounty hunter or atleast someone who could keep up work for her since she could not do such herself with a broken arm. The such broken arm came from being almost trampled to death by the same massive bull like beast she was hunting a few hours ago. It was either that or risk bleeding to death from a skull injury so an arm to spare was enough. Life was about striving and surviving through complications.

An arm was in a sling and nestled gently in newly changed bandages, lightly swaying with each step that she took. "So .. what's your name .. mine is Kira .. Kira Blackthorne, it's nice to meet ya." She said, expressing a wide, warm smile that could capture many a man's heart. Or woman's if they were lucky. Life and death seemed to be the same burden out here in these lands, the residents of this such place did not seem to care nor did they want to about other lives, out here it was either survive or lose it all or simply starve. Death sometimes seemed like the logical idea to go by but not for Kira, Kira was a fighter. Always have been and always would be. She would take that promise to the grave. 

She yawned happily, stretching blissfully while the bartender filled her glass.