Tex stumbles out of the backrooms and Heimr, sitting by the counter just by the doors, jolts with a half-muttered 'bwuh?' before staring. That... is a familiar face. And if she's anything like the woman he knew? He's gonna keep that to himself and not annoy her too much.

Heimr watches her for a moment- there are indeed knives in his case, and when she wanders back he clears his throat.

"Afternoon, ma'am. Anythin' I can get for you?" He asks, standing from his stool.