Clark gave Alan a sympathetic look. He was surprised to hear that the other man was used to the world changing on him, which made him wonder if Alan had been a part of their group. He led the way to the tavern and ignored the look glares they got, save to address Alan's question.
"Can't say that they do. It seems that the women who are native to this p lanet believe that men have a certain place in society, and so for us to be walking around without an escort is enough to cause a little bit of a stir."
Once they reached the bar, Clark held the door for his current companion. Kansas manners never did fade all that much, after all. Even in another time and solar system.