Virginia kept her movements slow and visible for the sake of the obviously agitated animal, but had been prepared to slip out of its way if tge rider hadn't been able to rein him down. She studied the man's face, his clothing familiar, comparable to the few rough-riders that chance the Montana passes.
He very obviously did not belong in this place anymore than she did.
"You are the first rider I've seen since finding myself here, days ago," she informed him, lending a stroke of calm to his mount's long throat. Her eyes were on the man, however. What of them she could see beneath the shadow from his hat. "I'm afraid your new circumstances will be more upsetting to you than losing your chase..."