The Skag tries to get back to work, but Deputy Ass Hat stops him because he didn't think he heard him right. "Yer tellin' me that a sober Skag had the nerve to shoot a man? I find that hard to believe. Maybe you could demonstrate," Deputy Ass Hat suggests, pushing his gun across the table toward the Skag. Lying on the floor, the cameraman films -- an angle that I'm sure Berman was uneasy with, since he apparently didn't like the Nostril Cam in "Crossover." That's right, I'm watching DS9 DVDs! -- Quantum touching the holstered gun at his hip. Seriously, where did they get the guns? Or the Western garb? It's not like they could shuttlepod or transport down in their regular clothes and buy gear off some local general store. Even if it was done in another town, their jumpsuits would still be mighty conspicuous. Their fashion plates would be on the earliest Pony Express. Deputy Ass Hat horks a loogie on the floor -- how rude, not even using a spitoon! -- and keeps daring the Skag to shoot him right between the eyes. Quantum gets up from his stool and says, "Excuse me, do you think I could get some more coffee before you shoot him?" Heh. The Skag takes the cup and scurries off. Deputy Ass Hat takes exception to being interrupted in his vastly engrossing game of Skag Baiting. Escorted by the barkeep, the sheriff walks in and asks if there's a problem. Deputy Ass Hat gives a rather slanted account of the goings-on, and Sheriff John Brown comments that he saw Quantum at the undertaker's. He suggests it's a little hot for coffee. Quantum takes the hint and leaves. Sheriff John Brown tells Deputy Ass Hat to make sure Quantum leaves town. As an afterthought, he also orders Deputy Ass Hat to leave the Skag alone. Deputy Ass Hat shrugs his relative compliance.
Nightfall. From the bushes, Trip and T'Pol spy on a settlement. There must be something more that we can't see because T'Pol says, "I estimate this vessel's been here for at least two centuries." She crawls out, and Trip asks her what she's doing. "The Captain said to learn whatever we could," T'Pol tells him, in a tone that implies the selective leaving out of "doy." "He also said to keep a low profile," Trip reminds her. "I plan to," T'Pol says, and walks off. Trip makes a face before following her. Hee. I love how Trip's all chickenshit and she's like, "Whatever, chump!" but in that calm, detached, Vulcan way. And then, of course, Trip follows her. Because he's afraid of bugs.