Damn.

There's a faint, resigned press of his lips together, and a twitch of his mustache, and he casts a fast glance at the offered hand. When he reaches to take it, it's for a quick, firm shake that allows him to drop it right away. "Miss."

It's good manners to introduce himself, ask after her, make some sort of...commentary on her...on her...hat, maybe? He tries to think of what Butch might say, comes up against a blank sandstone wall, like that time they got stuck in a box canyon and he just knew Butch got the path wrong, no matter what he said about shortcuts.

Besides, she's so tiny and neat-built, like a bird, she makes him feel even more out of place than ever. To cover his confusion, he glances up and around the room, stares down someone wearing a too-tight black and blue bodysuit until they look away. "You..."

There's a pause while he wracks his brain for what might be an appropriate question, wishes heartily Butch was here to do the figuring out for him, like he oughta be, lands a little haphazardly on: "This place got a name?"