"No you won't, this is our last stop before home." He counters, grinning. She looks more comfortable, strangely. Even in foreign clothes, with an approximation of her weapon, she seems more on her feet. He likes it and he might be starting to believe she's as adaptable as she's insisted. Which is good, he needs that assurance now, he can already tell his mind is wandering up the trail ahead of them, to other worries.