Kate will just be over here, admiring a few finely tooled snuffboxes.

The shopkeeper is momentarily taken aback by Gene's distinct out-of-town dialect. And then again when he places an order for twenty cigars.

"You two jus' ride in from somewhere?"

"East Texas," Kate offers, helpfully. She discretely brushes the side of her nose to hide her amused smile.

"...Right. Ah, how much tobacco will that be, sir?"