She doesn't see him come in, but once her good sleeve is rolled up and she's begun working the torn one to match, she glances up to catch his approach. He looks moderately better than he did at noon.

She waits until he sits before she glances away again.

"Your gentleman friend from last night has some unpleasant counterparts 'round town."

Three of them, to be precise.

"I ducked into the saloon at the north end of town an' he weren't too happy t'see me again."