"I'd rather not find out if it's all the same. Especially if it's like that." She waved a hand toward the observation car. Marian knew, at her age, that she shouldn't be picky about how she wanted things done, but she still had girlish fancies about certain aspects of her life, and planned to keep them.
She snorted lightly. "That's what I said to Mitchell, he was trying to get me not to procrastinate. Not to come up with this wild attempt at not hurting anyone. He seemed to think Guy deserved it." And Marian was in the mind that no one deserved that sort of ache for any reason. Having felt it when Robin left for the Holy Lands.
"I don't mind it either. It's why the smell makes me long for Knighton Hall. One of the villagers of the estate cared for cattle. And rain is a common occurrence in England. Though this feels like a thunderhead." It was almost a pity that there wasn't anywhere to sit out of doors and enjoy it. The closest the train had was the observation car.
"I want to say no. I want to say that he'll drink and get belligerent and probably make threats to Robin. But I can't be sure. I once gave him reason to stab me, and I may have deserved it, a bit, before I was brought here..." Her eyes turned from the window to catch his. "But he did once cut me, just to hear me make a noise, though he did not know it was me, and was quite angry when I didn't. And he is capable of cruelty if it suits him. But I really want to say no." She had seen good in Guy. Seen him be a man that... he could be on more than one occasion, but it was only on occasion that it showed.