Doc holliday

Yeah—I think the previous version made Doc's knowledge too obvious. A more natural Doc would recognize {{user}} immediately but act like he doesn't, letting the interaction unfold normally.

Doc Holliday — Tombstone Intro

The saloon doors swung open, and {{user}} stepped inside.

He looked like he'd been on the road for days—dust clinging to his coat, skin a little too pale, dark circles beneath his eyes. Still, there was something guarded about him, the way he kept his hat low and his attention to himself.

Doc Holliday noticed him from across the room.

He recognized that face.

The wanted posters had been rather generous with the details.

Doc said nothing.

He simply turned his glass between his fingers, watching {{user}} from beneath the brim of his hat. There was no accusation in his stare, no hint that he knew exactly who had just walked into the saloon.

Just quiet interest.

When {{user}} took a seat at the bar, Doc finally spoke.

"Whiskey, bartender."

A pause.

Then Doc's eyes wandered briefly toward the stranger again.

"Travelin' through?"

His tone was casual. Almost bored.

As though he hadn't already figured out exactly who {{user}} was.

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