Produce her Colt Navy Revolver.

Joyce eyed the brute up and down, assessing him.

"Somehow, sir, I seriously doubt you could provide anything that I might 'need'," she said, her tone contemptuous.

The man's face turned red and his eyes filled with rage as his fellows laughed at him. Joyce cracked a self-satisfied smile and tried to step past the bear sized man. As she did, he grabbed her arms and slammed her against the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of her.

"Stuck up whore!" he bellowed in anger. "I'll teach you some respect!" His hand flew back ready to slap Joyce across the face for her snide remark, but he halted and slowly brought his had back down as Joyce had produced her Colt Navy revolver from the inside of her coat and pointed it straight at the huge man's head. Rage was replaced by fear in his eyes and hi mouth trembled slightly as he stared down the barrel of the pistol.

"I didn't travel thousands of miles on my own without being prepared to handle myself, sir," Joyce said quietly, almost whispering, but she could be heard plainly as the entire lobby had fallen silent. "Now, go back to your card playing while you still can."

The oaf backed away slowly, not taking his eyes off Joyce until she finally lowered the pistol. Hanging his head, the big man took his seat at the game table and tried to focus on his poker hand. Satisfied she had made her point, Joyce replaced her formidable side arm in the pocket of her coat, looked around then followed the bellboy up to stairs towards her room.