Lorne has, by now, seen Elena among the soldiers with some frequency, but his concern has been them more than her. That smile makes him wonder if he should keep closer watch in the future, for one reason or another.

He offers a slight bow, keeps his expression neutral save mild curiosity. "Lorne Ward, watchman. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Bevans. I've seen you playing at the tavern, I believe. You're quite talented. Have you been in Northcliff Pass long?" He's going to ignore the mention of services for now.