I looked into her eyes, and with no expression on my face I told her.
"Think me a lunatic call me crazy but I've just come from the twenty first century, I don't expect you to believe that now, I know I wouldn't believe me but eventually you will come to see the truth, believe it or don't." This only seemed to confuse her more, but I told her not to worry about it now, I was here, and justice would prevail.
"Do you intend to kill Mr. Swearingen?" She asked.
"No, I can't, for reasons I can't explain now I simply can"t. I can deal harshly with his goons but that's all. When you truly understand where I'm from and especially how I got here you'll understand." There was a compost toilet in what passed for the bathroom, however the only running water was a small hand pump over the kitchen sink. I had used one of these toilets before so as politely as I could explained to her how they worked. When we retired for the night, I in the second bedroom, I heard her push a chair in front of her door. As I lay on my bed that night, I reviewed the day's activities, two men dead but I knew that if I stayed, the body count would only grow. Then there was this Montana chick the professor had told me about, what would be the deal with her?"