"Does ANYBODY in this fucking town LOOK AT WHERE THEY'RE GOING?" The blond woman screamed, trying to stop herself from toppling to the ground when she run into Ira. She stepped back, her breath heavy and her face red with anger. She took a few seconds to breathe, trying to calm down, even if it was just the smallest bit. "Calm down Jane..." She told her self, closing her eyes. "Alright. Sorry for running into you sir NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY." She pushed past the older man, not even noticing the young girl with him. "Where did that annoying br-" She stopped right after she had gotten past Ira, seeing Alan standing right there, shaking as he...raised up his fists? "What. Weren't you just running away?"<br/><br/>"Y-yeah. Yeah. Yes? Yeah, I-I was running away." Alan answered, trying to cover his face with his fists while looking like he was gearing up for a fight. He was doing a bad job of this.<br/><br/>"Why did you stop?" Jane asked, holstering her gun. Now she was just confused.<br/><br/>"I...I don't know. I do not know why I stopped. S-seemed like a good idea at a time?" He answered, suddenly realizing something. He was an idiot. He also realized he was lying though his teeth, oddly enough. He was afraid that this<span style="font-style: italic">insane screaming banshee of a woman</span>would shoot the man she just run into, and he wanted to stop her if she tried. That was exactly the reason he had stopped, so why couldn't he bring himself to say it?<br/><br/>The girl was looking at him like an idiot, a look of complete dumbfoundedness on her face. So, he figured, no better chance to ask questions... and not get shot, hopefully! "H-Hey! Why did you fire that gun? And W-who did you shoot?" He gulped, locking eyes with her, taking every fiber of his being not to look away when she glared back. "Because if you shot somebody for no reason, my friends aren't going to like that!" Which was a silly thing to say. He didn't have friends and the people he traveled with<span style="font-style: italic">wouldn't give a shit.</span>But she didn't know that! Lying would be a most excellent super power, he figured, if he did not already have one. One he was hoping he would suddenly learn how to use on command, on that note. Giving people incredibly painful headaches helped in running away!<br/><br/>"Bandits. Outlaws. Bad people." She said each world slowly, as to make sure he fully understood. AS she herself begun to understand what was going on, she felt a mix of amusement and more anger. This idiot had thought SHE was a bandit? The very idea was laughable to her. But she also had sand threw into her face so she still wanted to hurt him. "Now, give me one good reason NOT to beat you into the ground, you<span style="font-style: italic">moron.</span>" She asked, ignoring any scene she was making. She didn't particularly care if somebody saw her being mean to this dumb child, after all! Granted, she didn't stop to think that<span style="font-style: italic">maybe</span>somebody else would care that she was doing it. She wasn't exactly the wisest cowgirl in Western Europe, after all.