( what a dedicated cowboy. smile unwavering, she swings her legs out to descend to the floor. one hand gathers the robe about her just enough to prevent anything too untoward from being exposed, but there’s little shyness otherwise. feet on the ground, she has to tilt her head upward to see boothill, now; that’s fine, too. )

Isn’t that part of being on vacation? Being kept away from matters far more important?

( her arms fold as she looks past him, towards the window that promises a bright sunny day. the sight is so unnatural, she can’t blame him for being on edge. )

Since we appear to be living together, might I ask your name? ( a beat. ) I’ll be in your care. ( he’s good with being voluntold, right. )