Being in the desert itself didn't trouble Renmont by any means. If anything he felt a tad more at ease out here in the frontier, then stuck in an overcrowded city that reeked of waste. Out here he could breathe a bit deeper, and the view of the heavens up above certainly did draw his attention too. So many twinkling stars lingering high up out of reach...the urge to try and shoot them down was so very real. However before he could entertain that notion for long Charles felt hands slipping around his waist. There was no sudden attempt to reach for his ivory handled pistols. Nor did the moustached man seem startled at all by the unexpected touch or voice.
After learning to react based solely on those 'feelings' he got from time to time, Charles had long since stopped being worried over his own well being. Sure he was drinking himself into an early grave with that chemical and alcohol cocktail of his, yet beyond that the cowboy had given up feel anxious about anything. Instead of flinching, or even glancing back, he merely offered a slight shrug of his shoulders as Charles kept his gaze fixed firmly to the night sky above. "Ain't rightly sure where we are now, darling. I mean beyond being in a desert. Don't suppose this place has a name?" Even as he asked the question Charles came to rest a single hand on hers, while slowly reaching into his pocket to pull out his flask once more.