Roxy involuntarily rolled her eyes as he tisked at her but then proceeded to shove his head out the window. Was he trying to get himself killed? Whatever, at least he wasn't trying to kill her and that's all that mattered. She held back laughter as the man fired a few shots and only hit one of the bandits, consequently scattering the others by their own stupidity.<br/>Now it was her turn, and within seconds she was facing down the barrel of a gun. "Hey, hey, hey, don't do anything rash." She grinned mischievously, gently resting a hand on the barrel of the gun and directing it slightly downwards. "The name's Roxy." A quick wink and a pretty smile, she didn't plan to be around the man for long but getting out alive was one of her main goals.<br/>"So what's your name? I know you might not want to tell me, being chased by bandits and all, but I have a good reason, I was just trying to get my stuff back from them. Thanks for the help." There was a small glint of excitement in her eyes, nothing scared her too much. She had pretty much learned to be somewhat calm with a gun pointed at her, but let it linger too long and her temper might get the best of her.<br/>The other one of her small dirty hands that wasn't on the gun drifted down to the hatchet hanging from her belt, not because she felt the need to use it, but just in case she had to.