Well, that's more like it, she can't help but think. A guy with a bounty on his head just isn't going to get very far if he refuses to so much as raise a hand in his defense. She can't even imagine trying.

If he didn't, he'd be the easy prey she always reminds people she isn't.

"So you're traveling priest who carries a giant cross and occasionally finds himself on the same side of things as Gunsmoke's most notorious bounty."

She keeps finding keeping company with guys here who are really puzzling. Nicholas D. Wolfwood is one of the best examples.

Before the doors can close on them, she puts her hand on one of them and pushes it back, making both doors reopen long enough for them to step out. "Yeah," she admits, shaking her head slightly, "your Vash the Stampede doesn't sound like our typical bounty."

For one thing, he makes most of the ones they've been after sound like small fry all the way around. And some of the things he's saying Vash has done are pretty unbelievable, but none of it's stopped her from thinking she'd go after him if she had the chance.

"Fifth door on the right, padre." She points with her chin as they approach it. "It's James Howlett's room, but I don't think he'll mind if you call him Spike."

Even if he did correct her about it once the last time she was in.