Zandra slid off the horse and looked up at Scott, most of her face hidden by her hood except for her smile. She was practically beaming up at Scott, excitement written all over her. "Nope, no more questions. I'm ready." She could then hear what was the sound of horses, and a wagon. It was show time. Turning her head slightly, she was checking out the target. And just like Scott said, it was guarded. First the first time ever, she was going after one of her own kind. Or at least the kind she used to be, she was a bandit now.