She certainly doesn't look a thing like her wanted posters at the moment. Bonnet pulled over her hair, fine (but modest) skirts in one hand as she climbs the steps to the hotel entrance, her other politely dabbing at her mouth after a brief coughing fit -- no one would ever suspect she'd have that 3 1/2" Colt strapped to her leg.

Just in case.

She nods politely to the clerk as they make their way to the front desk, but doesn't speak. It wouldn't do to speak before the reverend, after all.