"mirta it is then," Sam grinned. "And yeah, there are too many Sams, I'm thinking of changing my name." he realized the rest of what she'd said and grimaced. "And one's evil? Ok, definitely changing my name. Think I can get away with my callsign? Longshot?"
She looked like she could fight. And the leather coat was frankly hot. He approved.
"You know, I haven't been here long enough to figure that out myself." He turned to the bartender. "Hey man, what you got that's good around here?"
He leaned towards Mirta and murmured in her ear.
"might as well see how strong the competition is."