[A curse dies upon Arthur's lips as he sucks his teeth and averts his gaze. He's having a time trying to rein in his frustration but at least he's trying. God knows he's trying.]

Quit lecturin' me like you're my grand-pappy. [He grumbles while idly thanking the man mentally for keeping him on the straight and narrow right now.] I get it, okay? We need to keep a low profile.

[Arthur sighs quietly before simmering down a bit to seem somewhat reasonable. If it wasn't for Delilah gently nudging him, he would've really snapped. Mentioning the horse, she didn't seem to mind the light pats from this dapper stranger. The horse is calm and quiet unlike her ornery owner.]

Her shoes ought to be. [He answers after fishing out a cigarette from his jacket's pocket.] I paid a pretty penny at the stables. I trust she'll do just fine.

[The outlaw gives his trusted a steed a worried glance before peeking over at the feller beside him.]

What's your name?