Tom watches with curiousity, eyes tracking her every movement from the sway of her hips to the way she sprinkles a mysterious bottle--holy water? he hadn't seen--around the place. Clever.

He wonders if it'll actually work. He'd make a point to ask Scratch to stop by but decides that he likes this blond woman entirely too much to subject her to that.

"Big nugget of gold," he repeats. Whistles low, takes into account the western flare she's got. Is she friends with the man in the cowboy hat? "Money is sentimental to you. Precious. An ability to survive?" He straightens, smiling softly.

"Or is it a reminder?"