Johnny kept an eye on Mary as she worked. Most of the time, he didn't realize that he was doing it. He was glad that they'd been able to find jobs together, especially considering that the bar clientele wasn't exactly made up of the sorts they were used to seeing in their own time, on their own world. They all dressed nice, sure, but they weren't all nice drunks. They seemed rougher to him, too. More in touch with the primal side, and definitely not as respectful toward the waitresses. Women in this time didn't exactly have it easy.
He'd seen the guy come in, the one that seemed to ooze charm all over the place. He stood out like a sore thumb in his nice clothes, with his particular skin color. Johnny could feel the tension when everybody turned to look, the place quieting down. But one smile and they were all fine again. There were friendly nods and even smiles. He didn't really know what happened. Johnny was glad for it, though.
The vigilante also caught the smile that the stranger had given to Mary. It made his hackles raise. When she seemed to stand around talking to the guy longer than she had any of the other customers, he found himself drying glasses with a little more force than he needed to be.
He tried to hide it when she walked over to place the drink order.