Sara shrugs as she watches Clara head towards the tills and steps asside to allow a man with a case to exit. . "She's ridin wi' you then, sweetie, or you're ridin' wi' me an' she's riding your horse, cos Raven ain't gonna let her on his back... I trust her about as far as I trust any card-sharp con-woman! Turn yer back on 'er an' she'll steal ev'ry thin' we got, 'cludin' our knickers!"<br/><br/>She Carefully dug her bandanna and mask out of her pants pocket, just in case she needed them.