Emerson noticed the woman approaching, though he didn't outright acknowledge her until she was leaning against the railing of his front steps. He loved when new people came to town. He loved it even more when they came to visit him. He opened his eyes, inhaling deeply and breathing out the smoke from that particular drag before turning to look at her.
"That very much depends on what you want with him," he answered simply, assuming she'd catch on but kind of feeling like playing hard to get.