Tha- [The face he pulls is confusion before realization hits him - a sigh and he paws at the back of his neck, the corners of his mouth pulling into some kind of wry look. ] Good one.

DeWitt. [Chin lowering in greeting, he reaches into the inside of his vest, pulls out a photo so he can set it on the bar top. There's a girl on it, brown hair and blue eyes, no older than twenty, maybe.] And I'm looking for her- name's Elizabeth. Any chance she passed through here in the past week?

[His kind unnerves him. Maybe even worse than the others he's dealt with before.]