She chuckles softly.

"I'm from hardier stock than that, but at least I've got a doctor on hand if I slip an' fall."

She adjusts her gun belt as she sits so that it rests more comfortably around her hips, and politely crosses her feet at the ankles. She may look like a rough and tumble gal, but her posture is perfect. Her smile, on the other hand, is just this side of teasing.

"Thank you kindly."