His resemblance to arrogance caught her off guard, springing forth yet another soft laugh.<br/>"Stay here? It's my house you doughnut."<br/>She stepped forward a few paces, but slowed quickly and the sincerity of his face. She'd seen that look before, quite often at one point in her life, and she knew it meant to listen. Her steps came to a stop on a few feet where they had stood. Watching him stride away in front of her, she crossed her arms, back to confusion and a bit of frustration. She rested her weight on her hip, leaning over a bit to get a better look at their visitor in front of Derek. Her irritation only grew as she struggled to listen to what they were saying, but they were just far enough she couldn't make out their words, only that they were in fact talking.<br/>After a few minutes, she'd had enough. She began towards them again, only to jump back in utter shock at the eruption of the pistol. She was not the only one disrupted. A slew of chickens were clucking endlessly and flapping their feathers about as their four legged livestock scattered in terror. Her eyes shot open, staring at the men who seemed to be a little closer than a pair of strangers. Within a second she ran back to the barn, just inside the door and pulled at a small trap door on the inner wall, just under where her hat would hang.<br/>No hesitation as she snapped the safety off and strode out of the barn with the shotgun in hand, fitted tightly in her shoulder as she came closer to Derek.<br/>She came out in the hot sun just in time to see Bruce's body slump over into the ground, paying no mind to his passenger who didn't seem phased by anything. That was not something to even consider thinking about. Despite the strange man's lack of standing, the gun remained fixed as she kept it aimed right at her new "friend." With narrowed eyes and a scowl to scare the devil, she rested her finger on the trigger, grimacing as she snarled right into Derek's eyes,<br/>"Who are you?"