"Oh, I just decided to take a stroll, it got late, and decided to camp out for the night. I'll head back into town first thing in the morning."
There was no real way to tell if the bounty hunter was lying or telling the truth. That sort of action would not be out of the ordinary for him, so it was easy for him to say it with the casual assurance that made him seem genuine.
"Look," he said. "I'm not sure who you're running from, but if you act nervous and panicky like the way you did in the cafe this morning, you're going to draw attention to yourself. People will always look for the worst in folk, and you - first impressions - strike me as the person who has something to hide."
"I'm just loud," he continued, smirking at the thought. "Loud, clumsy, but with a certain amount of charm if I do say so myself."
Following that, he sat back up to face her. "I'm also a very good liar," he said with a wink. Extending his hand, he shared a cheeky grin in hopes that she would return the shake. "Come on. Let's be friends. My name's Amaya," he said, this time telling the truth. "What's your real name?"