There's a delicate arch to one of her eyebrows, but her smile isn't going anywhere.

"And that's what you are? A traveling preacher who offers protection to those who can't protect themselves? How admirable."

She's not even being sarcastic, but there's humor and teasing and even a little appreciation rolled together behind her words.

Well, really. She saw the guns secreted inside that cross. Nicholas D. Wolfwood here is obviously a dangerous man to go up against -- real man of the cloth or not -- and she likes those.

So long as they're not too dangerous.

"As for the spaceport, well, let's just say trouble likes me a lot more than I like it. I didn't have a lot to do with that, but I can tell you it wasn't a bounty operation. I was just there to keep an eye on my partner."