Stephanie narrowed her eyes at the famous thief, shaking his hand if for no other reason than to know that it wasn't taking her stuff at the moment.

"Caroline," said Stephanie flatly, knowing that her real name could potentially be leveraged to implicate her if they were somehow caught. A fake name would be more safe for the moment. Her face grew more pale as she saw that that awful Dullahan had continued to follow them, and she tried to look away from the thing. She mustn't believe the lies of the unseelie death spirit, though the creature did seem weirdly genuine. Perhaps she would have to see how things progressed. If she could be trusted, the horsewoman would make for a powerful ally. As Stephanie was contemplating, the good-natured George exchanged a friendly whinny with Steve, glad to have a friend. She ignored Jacques, however, for the time being. She had no idea what he was doing there, and was a child of little consequence as far as she was concerned. The brat should be grateful, though. She wasn't charging him for the ride, after all.

Then a war veteran she hadn't noticed before lumbered up to the front, and not-so-subtly tried to leverage his wounds for better treatment. She respected that, and wondered how much free crap he had gotten with that arm of his.

"Well, Ian, you heard the man. You can look up here and direct me from the back. The old codger needs this seat more, don't you think? We should support our vets."