Ennis sipped his beer, seeming to be lost in thought. After a moment, he shifted, and resettled in his chair, one hand wrapped around his beer. He was aware of the strange looks the pair were getting, and even he had to admit they surely looked out of place. He fit in with the clientele, his companion did not.
"You wanna blow?" he asked, dark eyes shifting toward the door. He wasn't uncomfortable, and she didn't seem to be either. But still. He wasn't sure he wanted to stay, either.