What's Tiffany's.. thing?

You ask him nervously, still burning in the face slightly from the encounter with her. Marshal simply stares for a moment, as if wondering if he should really start on it. He does, speaking bluntly "She has some issues, certainly." He looks ahead, breaking the icy eye contact he had with you. "Personally, I think she didn't get enough attention somewhere in her life, and throws herself at anyone who'll give her the time." He sits back, crossing one leg over the other casually. "Could be something else, but that's my best guess." he shrugs simply, falling silent.

You think that makes some sense, at least, she did seem oddly willing to get comfy with you, and she avoided talking about that bit of gossip you heard.. You break the silence, again, asking Marshal about himself. He gives a faint smile, seeming happy to oblige. "I'm pretty important, actually." he seems proud for a moment "Pretty much the central figure of the town, next to the mayor.." he sees you're not entirely buying that, but doesn't drop his act "I'm closest to Tiffany, of course, we both appreciate a lot of the same things.."