Oh no, lass. He remained at his post just outside the shop door. Almost-but-not-quite at attention with his palm resting on his sword's pommel. A long lethal heavy cavalry blade which wasn't suited to infantry-work except that Sharpe was a tall and strong soldier with the ability to wield this clumsy weapon. A butcher's blade.

He pulled away from the wall when Molly stepped out. Eyes widening -- what she was wearing, it hardly seemed...

Well. It wasn't bad.

"Warm enough, mi--Molly?"