"No, it don't mean you shouldn't take my feelin's into account."

She raises her eyes back up to his face as she 'agrees'. She's serious, but there's a very small smile on her lips.

"You're from my world, Doc. Maybe a lil' different, here'r there, but you know what it's like. I'm not like these women here, more'n jus' for the fact that I dress a bit more finely."

She breathes a quiet laugh, shaking her head again. Her expression slowly shifts, and grows more serious. More sad.

"But it's... I mean, I knew when... I knew what sorta man you were from the get-go. You're an outlaw, an' I shouldn't... shouldn't expect you t'be like the suitors who used t'come 'round. You've been... places. ...Places that'd make me blush just t'talk 'bout them."

Forget the fact that she's already a little red.

"I know it ain't nothin' much t'you."