Bert knows Sharon well enough to know that that's not one of her good smiles.

"Hi, Sharon."

It's been weeks since they've had a real conversation, just the two of them. He'd thought that maybe all the recent action would force it, but as it is, he's only seen her because of a few group pow-wows discussing how to proceed with their neighbors. He has no idea how she is besides on edge, but that much is obvious. She'd come to talk to him after everything that happened with Zoe, but it had been too soon, he'd been angry, in a bad place and he'd given her a cold shoulder. She's got every right to be wearing the look she is now, and frankly, it makes him marvel that after the ass he's made of himself since he's been here that anyone here even cares enough about him to be angry.

He nods at a tavern down the road.

"Sarsaparilla? It's on me."