"It's easier if you call me Orion," she answered, taking the hand after a slight pause. "I guess it's part of shedding the old life to take a tribal name, and Lord knows we've all lost a lot in getting to where we are now,. Might as well give up our old selves too, right?"
She looked out the window where the summer sun was warming the day and making it pleasant, then looked back at the makeshift office Doc had set up. "I thought I was going to catch pneumonia my first winter here," she offered after she felt the silence had stretched out too long. "I wasn't ready for northern weather, I guess, even though it can get cold enough in Texas. Wasn't ready for so much snow either."
The hunter looked down at the floor for a second, then directed her gaze back to his face. "The Chets do have a finger in everything, and not always in a good way. I've heard rumors about what happens to you if you get on their bad side. You'll probably hear them too. It should serve as fair warning."