Firestone Hot Springs when the stars start falling

Murdock squinted at the woman as she came and sat down, speaking a greeting of her own. He thought it was rather obvious that she hadn't been interested in his company before, and now wondered why she'd stopped at all. Perhaps he should send her on her way?

"Don't stop on my account," he said, sounding marginally more polite, now. "You seem like a busy woman. I didn't mean to stall you."