Faith. What an ironic name for a woman who he had to convince he wasn't trying any funny business when he simply handed her a twenty, but everyone had some unknown cross to bear. Maybe one day he'd be allowed to know hers.
There came that look again. The one that usually meant trouble and a few shifts of uncomfortable for him. That grin held no warmth or innocence to it and was already finding its way on his top ten things to be wary of. Do dames do that sort of thing on purpose? Or were they unaware of the expression themselves? It could be an interesting secondary research project for him. One that would be even more impossible than the first considering how well he understood the female sex.
"I thought that answer was pretty obvious," he offered back, an eyebrow raised to meet hers. Something about him probably screamed out of towner. It seemed from his few meetings here showed just how different he was from the rest. He just wasn't up to date on the recent slang of the last half a century, "Since you didn't just tell me you left your wallet at home, I'd be willing to guess you're one of the new crop with me." Steve was just trying his hand at educated guesses. He could be completely off the mark, but he thought he hit the bullseye with this one.