Lindsey wasn't used to being in the 19th century and he definitely didn't know if Faith let alone Angel would be welcoming. But when he saw her walking through the crowd and the sight of her gave him pause, he couldn't keep himself from not saying something. Taking off his hat, though he knew he easily looked the part of the cowboy with his work shirt, wranglers, cowboy boots, and other accessories, he did still stick out a little with the perfect hair, perfect teeth, and the earrings in his ears, the ones he'd arrived with. Who knew, maybe Faith wouldn't punch him in the throat. Lord knew Angel had tried to have him killed. The only thing that had kept him alive was the magic he possessed as a warlock.
"As I've told you before, you do look nice," Lindsey said with a deep Oklahoma drawl as he came up to Faith. "Heard you and Angel have made nice. Congratulations."