He was in process of moving to catch her himself, but the man was quicker. "think nothin of it friend, i've dealt with mules less stubborn headed." he said this half jokingly. then the next part his his ears, "a place for her to stay hmm? i've only been in town a few days myself. got an inn...somewhere. I don't think shed be happy to wake up there though." he thought for a moment, then sighed. "aw hell who am i foolin? i've been drunk in the streets since i got here. if you think a good rest in a full bed'll do her some good she can stay in my room, otherwise i can take her down to the cot. can't see much option past the two." Sam put his hat back on and stood up, adjusting his gun belt since he had been seated. He wasn't about to decide the best course for a young woman he had just met, and truth be told going out into the streets with a passed out woman didn't seem like a wise decision either. he genuinely wanted to help though, something his friend john would have scolded him for he was sure but he couldn't help it. "i think you know the girl better'n me, so you make the call."