She heard the gun and on instinct pointed her right hands gun at him. She had drawn it and pointed it at him nearly as fast as he had done to her. She was quick but he already had his at hand. She looked at him. Eyeing him without sign of fear. Stroking the horses head lightly. Looking at him. As his gun lowered hers spun on her finger and back into her holster. She looked at him. "Sorry...reflex. Saw you pull your gun on me. Thought you were intending to try and shoot me." she blushes in embarressment. Looking at him again. "Your a fast gun pointer." she says. A small smile on her face.<br/><br/>Then it vanished into a look of puzzlement. "Restburn? Where is Restburn?" she echoes and asks at the exact same time. Watching him. "Don't you start cussing at me. I will cuss you right back." she says. Staring at him seriously. "I have no idea. Fell into the water...somehow...its kinda fuzzy." she notices his get up was similar to hers in a way. But far, far more authentic.  And then his guns..."What year is it?" she asks him. Looking at him. "And I don't have a horse. So honestly...I have no idea." she sighs. And looks at the river. Waiting for his answer.