He sort of missed the atmosphere inside the Pony, it was also warmer and dry usually. It was normally quiet outside though and few people bothering him, so perhaps it evened out. His mind was wandering as he stood at the door when a voice spoke to him. Menachem looked to the woman, she wasn't one of the ladies inside that he'd met. Must have been a prospective hopeful. He flashed her his best attempt at a charming and innocent smile. She'd attempted her best to dress up, he'd guess, and the voice. Well, he was sure some men would find it very endearing.

"Ah, hello, Miss Silver. I am Menachem. However may I help you?" He asked before he let her in.