She's smart enough to look away when he spies her out, but it's too late anyhow. Gorram it, Zoë. Ain't smart calling attention to yourself in unfamiliar territory. She knows it, just as sure as she knows the man's eyes are still on her, even minutes after she averts her attention.

Once he's a few paces off, she figures it ain't worth pretending anymore. She cuts her gaze back, giving him a hard once-over, the kind of expression on her face you'd expect from someone you don't want to mess around with.

"You lost somethin'?" she asks, as casual as you please. She takes a sip from her glass, and waits for the answer.