She quirks an eyebrow, but doesn't laugh.

(Even though she wants to.)

"And you wonder why I question your ability to play by my rules," she deadpans. "Y'know, usually them books embellish the number of people you've killed."

'I killed half the men the Kid got credited for.'

Her expression turns more serious.

"But I'd believe it."

When they get to an appropriate place to cross the street, she glances up at him and asks:

"You wanna get somethin' t'eat, or should we go see 'bout settin' us up a line of credit in one of these fine establishments here in town?"