Gale looked up from the bar when she stepped in. A hunter most of his life to feed his family and now a soldier he read people well and sat down what he was working on.

The young man stepped around the bar and came up beside her rather than try to wave her over.

He was not a smiler but his expression remained neutral as he greeted her.

"You need some help, we've got open spots at the bar if you want to grab a stool."