[He tries his best not to sweat, just deals the glance one of his own, brow raising in turn for an answer. Snorting, he shakes his head and shrugs, looks back out to the bar. It's settled by now, the patrons going back to their own business. If the guy from earlier comes back in, he'll deal with it.

Though he doubts it'll happen- pride's always a big thing, no matter the place. Usually.] She might be going by Elizabeth Comstock, but. She wasn't too big on her father, from what I could tell.

[Waving a hand to brush it off, he slows down at the last comment.] Know it's a stretch, but any chance she came here looking for anyone? She's not above anything, if it helps.