"Thank you," Rosmerta told the cowboy. "Finally, somebody gets it. Everybody keeps thinking I'm a saloon girl." Then she added, mostly sincerely, "Sorry for crashing your conversation."
Which was when their conversation was crashed by the arrival of a cop. Poetic justice, apparently. Rosmerta muttered, "Oh look, it's a law enforcement convention." Then she squinted a bit, realizing she recognized the blonde. "Oh, I know you! Hello, sweet talker. Cute costume."