[Spain's reaction to Susan's arrival is rather... odd. Why would he go about saying that he'd heard "quite a bit" about Susan when he'd hardly shared any details about her to begin with? Unless...

No. She couldn't be his target, could she?

Damn. Then her arrival really could end up forcing his hand. Edward grits his teeth. For now, he'll maintain a certain degree of calm. The gun's still in his pocket and he's a fast enough draw. If anything should happen, he's prepared to fire.]

We met just down the street, as a matter of fact. I offered him a chance to sit down. Relax. Have a drink.

After all... you never know what kind of trouble you might run into when you're out.

[He says this last bit ironically.]