He's sitting at the bar, doing a small cup of whiskey when the saloon doors open. He pays them no mind, clinking his fingers into the glass and watching the ice dip. The alcohol didn't really affect him much anymore. He only looks up slightly when his..old name is mentioned. Some girl, looking for him. A wannabe outlaw most likely. He ignores her. She sighs, sitting down next to him and he shifts slightly, trying not to attract her attention. He's annoyed as hell that this had to happen today. He wasn't in the mood to deal with any potential fans.