[He watches her for a moment more before saddling up towards the open window, taking his hat off and setting down on a nearby surface. An entire life on the run without much of anyone to turn to tended to amke a person antsy.

More so when your given job is to guard and watch. With all else secondary.]

Ah- ya can call me Henry McCarty, or Archer. If you're feelin' so inclined. How 'bout yourself, darlin'? Got a name ya prefer t' be called?