"Seriously." A hand is offered out, either to shake or, if Crabb is somehow feeling bold, to take delicately. "Erin, new in town. I was about to ask the gentleman there what a girl can do to work off a few drinks, lost all my money."

It's a bit of a gamble, admitting in front of the bartender that she doesn't have coin to give him business, but Erin's betting on her fierce flower being gallant enough to pay for at least one.