"As much as England is full'a the English," she counters airily.

She runs her hand along Beaut's damp coat, glancing at the hotel. She'd prefer to move on and make camp at dusk, but she knows it'll mean the difference between a soft bed and hard earth — and potentially between a satisfied belly and a hungry one — so she defers to Gene.

"Can't rightly decide. What would you like t'do?"

She keeps both expression and tone neutral. She's not oblivious to his discomfort at having to follow her lead, and while he's just going to have to get used to it, she's also willing to concede small decisions to him now and again.

For the sake of his pride.