The jump made him smile a little, a faint lift of either side of his lips to match the equally fractional lift of his eyebrows as she grabs her bottle and sweeps past him. Not that getting drunk right from the jump wasn't the worst idea when you found yourself in Mathis but good whiskey was in no supply. He was more interested in that bottle as she went by.

"Workin' up the courage," he says with an easy going sarcasm that most people tended to find endearing or disarming, if they were so inclined. Plenty of others found it to be the most irritating shit in the world, apparently.

"Mm, nothin' here. Unless you want to start pullin' down walls to look at funny symbols on the inner bits." His head tilted a little as he and his crooked way of walking in a stright line followed lazily behind her. "But the nothin' that is here say somethin' on it's own. You know any small town don't have at least one jail cell?"

His smile lifted a little. "Not that anyone's takin' anyone else in on things like public intoxication."