Why hello there. John lowered his guns as Suzie came into view and looked her over quickly. Not bad; the world must not have gone entirely to hell yet. The dirt would wash off, he could imagine she'd clean up nicely, but that was something for later. Right now, the woman was correct. He didn't know where he was and it was definitely unexpected.
"Ah. Might want to watch your step," Hart said and raised his left hand again. The one he'd taken down by the leg was still alive, well, until he saw her hand dart out for Suzie's leg and he put a bullet right between the daft thing's eyes. The body slumped to the ground, lifeless, to bleed out on the street, and John shoved both pistols back in their holsters.
He didn't like having partners none too much these days, but he didn't know the area. It was necessary. Besides, if the woman slowed him down he could ditch her somewhere, or put her down. Whatever occurred to him first. Why she'd suggest they travel together was easy; John was a man who looked like he'd been in a couple of scrapes and walked away unharmed. If the large, unfamiliar guns weren't enough, he carried a sword and wore a coat that at best looked Napoleonic, jeans so tight you could probably tell his religion, and boots that had definitely seen hard use. John moved like the cock of the walk, too; all swagger and arrogance as he got closer to Suzie Costello.
"Alright. An' where are these camps supposed to be? Any ideas?" he questioned and offered a hand out, a smile curling his lips and setting off steely blue eyes, "You can call me John. Or anything else for that matter. And you are?"