"I know," she remarks, meeting his glance with a slightly scolding look. "Which is why I brought it."

She takes the proffered strip with a mild chuckle, looking at it a moment before trying a bite. It's been a while since the last time she's had jerky. It isn't the most ladylike snack, after all.

Therefore, it might be a little surprising to see her bite a chunk with her molars, tearing it from the strip with some concentrated effort (and a rather hilarious expression >.<), before chewing. She adjusts herself in the saddle, looking more the part of a Texas ranch hand than a Victorian-era lady.