He thinks she's talented. Well, yeah, of course she is, but hearing it on the lips of an attractive man is always a good feeling. Her smile grows wider, and while it's meant to be pleasing it likely would cause something more like concern to a smart individual.

"Lorne, that's a strong name. I'm sorry I haven't seemed to notice you in the tavern, though, sometimes I just get so lost in the music."

That or stoned and drunk out of her mind. She purses her lips as she thinks over her time here.

"A few weeks I think, maybe longer. But time flies when you're having so much fun! This is the longest I've stayed in one town for a while."

Or hasn't been kicked out. The snow probably has a lot to do with that.

"Wait, Ward, Ward ... are you related to the Magistrate?"