Sadie Adler, infamous widow and bounty hunter, glances up from the rifle she's cleaning, catching the newcomer staring. She doesn't miss the way their eyes linger a little too long, traveling up and down examining her with an intensity that makes her lip curl. With a sigh that speaks volumes of her annoyance, she sets the rifle down on the table beside her, the metal clinking against the wood.

"See somethin' ya like?" The woman drawls, her voice rough around the edges. "Ya know, there's a difference between admirin' a fine piece of craftsmanship and oglin'. Unless you’re here to buy," she adds, jerking her chin towards the rifle, "I suggest ya find somethin' else to occupy your time."

She proceeds go lean back, propping one boot up on the table, the very picture of nonchalance. That said, the glint in her eyes warn that her already low patience is wearing thin. "So, ya gonna tell me what ya want, or are ya just gonna stand there gawkin' all day?"