"Yeah, they do. Then again, expected in a bar." Running her fingers through her red hair, the fox sighed and slumped on her stool, her arms folding themselves on the countertop. Setting her head down on her arms, she waited, listening to the people around the room talk- Though giving the cowboy's table a bit more focus.
At one point, the bartender walked past and Saphire tried to signal him. Big, burly and somewhat offensive in aura, he merely stood there, awaiting her order while using his surprisingly clean apron to clean an already clean glass.
"Does this area have some sort of Information desk?" He shook his head no. "Uh.. Maybe some town officials I could speak with?" His cheek twitched. "Anyone who works with beings that get stranded here?" He raised a bush of an eyebrow. "Look- I don't need to be here. I need to leave, but I don't know how. Now, does this place have SOME sort of way I could accomplish going about that?"
He moved his hand to indicate the room at large and left abruptly, leaving Saph to face-plant the countertop.
"Uggggrh."