She turned her head in time to catch him walking after her. [i]Oh, he really is taking the offer up for the ride,[/i] came a stray thought. The goal had been to show him kindness and reveal she wasn't a threat - better a few insults to the back than a bullet to the brain. At the very least, she didn't want to end up like that deputy. At his final relenting, she just tsk'd at him. "Using the Lord's name in such a low way like that? And around a lady? Well I suppose I can't complain too much. Must be how they do it where you come from." 

As they caught up and continued the conversation, she just giggled at his comment. "High and civilized? Me? Oh, you do a lady a kindness!" She giggled as she continued her way towards a wagon. "Though there are some folks out east who would have a mighty big disagreement with that. Well, if you feel ever so frightened about what someone might think of us together, how about you let me do all the talkin'? I mean, since you find my way of speakin' all mannered, and all." She made her way from the field towards her wagon, which the man would find to be a rather plain one. It looked like so many that had already gone out to Oregon or California, or now, as it was, to Kansas. She crawled up onto the driver's side and readied her reins. "Careful now, my team spooks easy."

If he were to get up and look inside the covered area, he would find some simple crates inside. The tops were loose and could be easily moved out of the way to look inside. There was a small carrying case, no doubt with her clothes and the like. Otherwise, it was nothing terribly exciting - at first glance.

Her hazel, almost green eyes looked out to the sunset he had glanced to not a moment before. "Besides, it's gettin' to be dark. You don't want to be out and about in the dark, do you?" She slapped the reins, and her team started up. "All sorts of things come out at night - and I don't just mean the animals! I was heading to town anyway. Might do you some good to find a place to rest." Her eyes shifted over to him. Truth be told, she was also unsure what to make of him. He had just murdered a man, and she recognized him as William Davie, she was uncertain if he was all that dangerous that some made him out to be. He seemed almost... quite agreeable.

"So... is it okay if a curious lady asks exactly what sort of argument led to... how I found ya?"