Of course Doc couldn't be a gentleman about the whole thing, he didn't know how. Kate flung the door open, a warm shawl wrapped around her shoulders as she glared at him. Like hell she was paying for the drinks, this man.. Since they were skipping greetings, she responded with, "How ya ever got that straw haired filly t'give you anythin' more than a swift kick in the ass is beyond me. Must be all that giggly gas in her head." she shut the door behind her, not wanting him to even set one foot in his former home and then find an excuse to sit and look for his precious guns. He wasn't getting them.