Cuthbert went on walking, whistling merrily, for a good few moments more before acknowledging her. He'd noticed her the moment she fell in behind him, of course - being a clown didn't make him any less a gunslinger, and a gunslinger learned early on to be aware of his surroundings - but, frankly, he was curious to know if she'd stay at his heels for any length of time. So until he had completed his errand - which happened to be taking stock of the armoury, which he did while completely ignoring her - he was quite willing to let her go about her own devices.

When he turned away, slate in hand, he looked her up and down with the most slack-jawed, fake surprise he could muster. "Oh, God and the Man Jesus, I've picked up a footpad!" Smiling from ear to ear, he saluted her, half-turning to lock up the armoury behind him. "Hile, sai Kaine. Settling in okay?"