Judith just smiled. By then, the bartender returned with her room key.
"Well," she said, her response a half yawn. "I'm going to my room now. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Quill." She stood, performed a small curtsy, and headed off up the stairs near the back of the bar. Reaching the next floor, she matched the room number with the number etched on her key, and let herself in. She kicked off her boots, and sprawled spread eagle on the bed. It had been a long and stressful night. She would sleep like a rock until morning.
((I'm going to be busy moving the next few days. If you all get a little ahead, I'll find some way to catch up.))