Lydia rolled her eyes at the way things were going. It hadn't helped that the arrogance of the great masked one had pressed half of her buttons with the pronouncement of what would, or wouldn't be and it made her want to act out simply to spite her. She could deal with the two men well enough, she thought that they were just being more chatty than anything, although the last arrival was going to be a little more difficult for her. But, such was life, she supposed. She had learned long ago that a pretty face made others think that you were less than others and she had used that underestimation to her advantage many times... and allowing herself to be cowed by others never worked to establish a fair working environment.<br/><br/>So, she smiled sweetly to the men, stepped around the masked one with an "Excuse me." and climbed up into the driver's seat to sit beside the driver... the well, she couldn't be entirely sure if it was a woman, but she hadn't moved fast enough and this would make things awkward for her from the outset... Either ride in the coach with the men, or find another place to ride. The air would be fresher up here anyway.<br/><br/>"Good Morn Goodman, tell me, is the road very rough?" She gave the old man a friendly smile and adjusted herself for the eventuality of unpleasantness and hoped that the others will settle their greavences without too much bloodshed. It was better if she stayed out of it rather than encourage someone to take a step further into the mess... although watching the fireworks between Ms. Mask and their other guide would certainly be worth seeing, she was sure.