Nodding and slipping one hand in her pocket, Martha busied the other hand with the coffee that she'd grabbed, counting on her hands being occupied so that she wouldn't forget and touch one. The warning about not getting behind them was something that had been ingrained in her since she was a kid and had seen her first Western; with the way the horses had been put together, there was no doubt in Martha's mind that a kick would be terrible for her.

Martha doesn't even blink at the man and his fangs instead she greated him politely with a smile and was posed to follow them both out back to see the horse and the piston.

"Does it cause him pain?"