Did she...did she just call Julian old? The very reason Julian had stated his age to her was so that she wouldn't call refer to him by it, and now she was already calling him 'old man'. And really, had she done nothing else but make fun of him and throw sarcastic comments his way? Most people Julian knew who did that were either close friends who felt safe in their friendship to make such jokes, or had a special grudge again one. 

Perhaps she was of the latter? Not that he could blame her, the situation he was pulling her into wasn't exactly a 'walk in the park', whatever the city folk meant by that. And then it was the whole tense situation between the people of South's Valley and the Indians, or the whole country for that matter. But did she have to tease him like that, just because they were two different people? Perhaps, perhaps not...

But Julian found a smile one his face again as he heard her laughter escape her lips. It was soft, gentle, like the shiver you felt when someone tickled you, only better. He felt no evil intention in that, even if she was a savage, probably not even a Christian, so how could he help but not smile. "Call me old man again, and I'll be forced to give you a nickname too." 

He wasn't going to argue with her matter-of-factly argument that the White Man simply couldn't follow the trail of 'The People', probably referring to the Indians as a whole. Firstly, he already understood that she didn't think highly of his kind, and frankly had had enough of that conversation for the day. Secondly, that was the reason he wanted her help in the first place, didn't she get that? But thirdly, a reason he felt compelled to push through the more he spoke with her, was that he wanted to prove her wrong. If that was even possible, he didn't know, but he would sure as hell try. 

"Old man will follow, if you so wish. Lead the way." Julian said to Wasula, holding out his hand as a gesture of her to take the lead. He smiled teasingly, jokingly using the name she gave him. A name he didn't like, but one he would use as long as he could call her...something. He just needed to come up with something clever and witty...

"And when we've gotten your things, I'll just run by home and get what I need, and we'll be off. And by the way, Sharp-tounged Woman..." Julian, now standing outside beside Wasula as they had begun to make their way for her camp, looked up at the sky with his hand covered over his eyes and scanning the horizon. He chuckled after a brief moment of silence, before looking at Wasula's face, now illuminated in the soon to be midday sun and giving her black hair an even finer look. "...the blind white man thinks it will rain later. If I'm right, you'll stop calling me old man. If I'm wrong...well, you decide. Deal?"