There's a hitch in her step. He'll be able to see the frown from where he is, even without her looking at him. That doesn't last long, though. She turns to face him, halting their progress to the bar.

"Who said I was tryin' t'save you? Or turn you into some kinda free spirit?"

She arches an eyebrow. She's a gentle soul underneath all that Texas steel, but sometimes she gets this look about her like you could very well be the stupidest fella on Earth. It's not mean-spirited in the slightest, but it still rests on her with blatant incredulity, like maybe you should rethink your words and get back to her when you're making sense again.

"You said all y'do is drink until y'run outta money, then go t'work so's you can start drinkin' again, 'cuz you ain't got nothin' else. So which is it? You like the empty merry-go-round of sittin' in one place like a bump on a log, or y'do it 'cuz there's nothin' else t'do?"