[Guys have bathroom advantages, that's for sure. Johnnie takes one look at the mysterious water in the glow of his lighter and abandons any thought of touching it. Fucking weird.

The commentary from this dude makes him raise an eyebrow. Johnnie stuffs the lighter back in his pocket and narrows his eyes a little, almost more out of confusion than annoyance.]

Well, we didn't come in off the regular road then, I guess. Haven't seen a station. Dunno that I even need to. Whatcha writing over there?

[Absolutely none of his business, but he's feeling nosy.

The saloon manager, or whoever this dude is, looks slightly taken aback by the abrupt change of topic. And evidently, judging by how he sets his jaw, he quickly decides he's not going to play along. Something about this town is off just enough where he's suspicious of travelers passing through anyway, and to have two that are so unusual must be setting off alarm bells in his head. He stands his ground and somehow manages to take a posture that makes him look an inch or two taller.]

Are you two going to buy a drink? If not, I suggest you be on your way.