There's a reason she's minding the bar: she can see everyone who comes through that door and when it's a trooper that walks through it, she feels absolutely justified in her paranoia. Had she a blaster on her hip, she might not have hesitated to shoot.

For half a second, she's torn between confrontation and slipping out in an attempt to gather a bit more information before making herself known. But even before she hesitated, it was too late. He'd already looked right at her - and there's no way to hide the tattoos that mark her allegiance now.

Without looking away from him, she sets the glass on the counter. Cara may be new in town but she has read enough to know that perhaps she shouldn't act first, especially not violently.

But she's not going to just ignore him either.