She couldn't help but smirk at Annie when the other woman put the hat back on her head, and she grinned as the girl trotted off with D to tend to the matter at hand. AFter watching the two of them walk off for a distance the cowgirl ran a hand across her face, a thoughtful expression crossing over it now that the adrenaline and excitement were wearing down.<br/><br/>"Sooo...just keepin' an eye out, eh?" She asked, and casually flicked upon the chamber to her winchester. Lazily the cowgirl loaded a shot into it and snapped the gun back togethe, smirking as a bit of rust flaked off the side of it. She gazed down the sights at nothing in particular, before levelling it at her side for safety's sake. One finger pushed up the brim of her hat, and she leaned over to talk to the gunner. "Ya ever eat any of them mirelurk cakes? Gross, iffin' ya ask me. Taste like mud mixed with slime. Not tha good kinda slime that you get in pork and beans, but like...the bad kind." She gave a dramatic look, before turning her attention back to her job.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>