"G'rop N--," she answered, but then cut herself off with a shake of her head. Her memories were getting mixed up again. "The Red Plains Rider, that is my designation." She stood, brushing her dress off, glancing down the alley to check that the other men were still KOed on the ground, then back up at Clark. Her head tilted slightly, noticing his stance was now withdrawn, almost melancholy. "Are you feeling all right, Clark?"