Well wasn't she haughty, she seemed to think she was someone important. He had a feeling John put her around to look at and mess with, not use for her brain. He also didn't take to being told what to do by a woman. "Tell John I have things under control. I was on the trail before Malcolm got involved." That pretentious shit Sheriff. He wished he had an arrow through his neck.
While Gisborne did not enjoy her dishing out orders, he thought maybe she had some more intel on John that could be useful. "Why don't you sit down and have a drink." He'd been holding out this long, he could use one himself.