[ Her sword goes up, and his hand goes down, settling at slight hover where his revolver is holstered at his hip. Teddy doesn't all the way grasp it, and doesn't need to -- being a fast shot has, he thinks, saved his skin several times in his murky past. The tap does move him to step back a step, and then raise his other hand to nudge his hat back into balance on his head. ]

Shouldn't touch a man's hat, ma'am, [ he says. ] It ain't polite.

[ He nods to her. ]

And you can keep your boat. I just never saw one like it before. [ He drags another look over her, up and down. ] I take it you're not from around here. Neither am I.