Her eyes skate to Rachel.

There's a clear moment where she isn't sure whether she should tell her the truth. You can see the wheels turning.

Eventually, she softens. Glancing at the dirt, she takes a half-step closer.

"I was told there might be some folk here who could help me out with a problem I've been havin'." Her voice drops an octave. "I'm lookin' for a posse."