The sheriff he definitely ain't, but it takes a good ten seconds of staring and listening before she can let herself finally believe it. She's not sure if it'd be weirder if he actually was Seth Bullock, instead of a man who looks a hell of a lot like him, but for now she's relieved to remain an unknown in this community.

"Safer, was my thinking, when everyone was a-bed," she replies, her own drawl more indistinct. "People being more dangerous than any wild creature."

There is some hesitation in her posture. Does she walk closer to him, engage him in this conversation, or continue on her way before her tits freeze off? The decision's made as she takes her first step off the path and towards the man in the wide-brimmed hat.

"Noticed you're out here every night."