Elizabeth didn't take too long at adjusting the footholds. It took her a couple tries before remembering where to put them for her height, but she was pretty fast at it. Once the adjustments were made, she waited patiently, though she was quite excited, for him to talk to his horse and tell her when she could mount. 

Keeping her energy in check, she went up to Bessie and mounted in a way that seemed well practiced. She beamed once she was up there, and petted the horse's neck, "There..that's a good girl."

She smiled down at Connor, " I should thank you for this opportunity, good sir, and ask if there be any place which I should take care to avoid?"
Sure, he had been joking around, but it was refreshing to her to be able to speak in a way that she had grown up with..to have a moment of not needing to feign a different accent or speech pattern. For a brief moment, ontop of the horse, she was entirely herself.