Introduce yourself

"Ma'am," you step between her and the door, keeping your hat just low enough for her to see your smile.

"Uh?" she asks, blinking a couple of times.

"You seem to be in distress. I don't reckon you're well-liked here?" you ask.

"No, it's just those thugs who are in there now. They don't like us natives. I don't usually have a problem here." She sighs and brushes her hair back. "I'm afraid I don't know your name?"

"People call me the Lonesome Kid," you reply slyly. "You want a drink?"