A place that takes guns and other weapons at the door is a place where you're going to need them the most. Wynonna's expression shifts and she regards him, eyes meeting his, trying to pick up what it is that he's not telling her. Because there are a few things he's not telling her.

Wynonna props her elbow on the bartop and leans her head in her hand. "Wait, what?" she smiles crookedly, but her brow is raised in playful skepticism. "Did you say what I think you said? The Doc Holliday has friends?"

Surely he meant allies, right?

"Makes me wonder... is that what we are?"