She was more than used to guys turning their charm on her, but coupled with the accent and a nice smile, she couldn't help but return his smile.
"Jo Harvelle. This is my place." She waved a hand absently to indicate the saloon. Dropping the empty bottles into the trash, she picked up a rag and wiped a few crumbs off the bar, while looking him over. "So, you seem to be taking what I told you pretty easily. Used to this kind of thing?"