Kate's engaged in what looks to be a serious conversation with the gentlemen at the card table. One of them laughs, sneering, but the others are hearing her out. She glances back to catch Rachel's eye, just checking to make sure she's all right.

(She might notice the way her hand touches the butt of her gun as she does so, though she relaxes once she's sure the other woman is all right.)


"Another, miss?"

The barkeep motions to Rachel's glass.