Well, Cheshire remembered why sports weren't a thing that she really did a whole lot of. Though the horrible tightness in the chest that tended to happen if she tried to run too far, it was still deeply unpleasant. Because, you know, it was running. 

What was she doing, anyway? Joining up with some random strangers? Why? Because there was nothing better to do? Though she didn't stop running, it did strike her that it was a very weak reason for doing... Well, anything, really.

And that cowboy dude... What was his deal, anyway? He seemed kinda decent, she guessed, but what was with that 'slicker' nonsense? Thinking about it, what was the deal with everybody? They seemed kind of... Odd, at least from what she'd seen. Not that anything could really be considered 'normal' here.

Well, perhaps she was overthinking this. For now, all she had to do was catch up. She could ponder later.