She knew when she was being teased. In an almost childish, and very unladylike, gesture she stuck her tongue out at him once she straightened. "Don't tease, I don't know what's proper here." Giving a playful swat on his shoulder when he straightened. She didn't know what it was about this man, but she felt instantly at ease with him. She felt no harm in being as bold as brass, slipping her arm through his weather or not it was offered, as if they were bosom buddies already and they had known one another for a life time, she wasn't shy in the very least.
With a glance skyward she frowned, at his question. "I would say the stars, but oddly enough I don't see any." They both knew the truth, but she wasn't quite ready to talk about her dream just yet. "I hope you don't mind my state of dress... I was afraid to put on those odd breeches they have, they cling in the most inappropriate places..." She glanced down at what he was wearing...Oh... he wore those breeches. "On a woman that is." She retracted quickly. "And I haven't finished mending my gown yet. Honestly they can repair a mortal wound but they couldn't darn a hole." Curiosity got the best of her, but she wouldn't ask... Not until he offered, yet she couldn't keep her eyes for searching for some indention to where this "bullet" could have gone in.