To be fair, not even Doc looks the number of years he is. And he spent 130 of them at the bottom of a well in Purgatory. There is a smile as he notices that twitch of a smile. Well, at least he is still charming enough.

He looks over towards the bowling game thoughtfully. "That would be mighty kind of ya. It seems there is little else to do in this town." He looks around again. "Some might call this a ghost town." There's a pause before he asks, "Is there more to do?"