She'll catch on to the blank looks. Eventually. They won't make her stop though. After walking the Actual Fucking Doc Holiday through using Spotify she's learned to accept both total culture blindness and listening to a lot of Adele without making a thing of it.

She's also obviously a recent enough arrival that talk of the six-shooter makes her unconsciously reach to touch the absence of weight where Peacemaker's holster should be. She doesn't even notice that she does it.

She does notice the bottle, and does not hesitate at all to accept. "It is, if you like westerns, I guess." And then, with more hesitation than bragging, "my last name is Earp," she explains. "If that means anything where you're from, I'm sure you can connect the dots."