Not seeing the archer eyes peering at her from the floor, Annie strolled herself to the scene before her: a tied up, giant man, lying right on the floor of the exhibit...with Jedediah on his horse before it. Shaking her head in both disapproval and distaste, the cowgirl moved herself right next to the standing horse her leader rode on, just near its head. Adjusting the black hat upon her head, her pistols sat within the holsters of her waist, and a hunting gun strapped to her back. 

"Jed, what's going on?", she asked the cowboy in slight curiosity, as she stroked his horse's mane. 

[i]"Every night!"[/i], she heard the mayor of the diorama announce to the tied up night guard before him. [i]"Year after year, one of you guards locks us up in these boxes! Well, I hereby say, sir, enough!"[/i], he declared, with the western civilians agreeing after him. 

Honestly, while watching the scene before her, Annie found this as ridicule. Sure, she may have seen the large beings every time when she was asleep in her constant wax-like position during the daytime, but this was surely ridiculous for a comeback. For her and the rest of the miniature people, they were only two inches tall. How could they handle such force?