Lily stared confused by the mans strange tongue, lifting her revolver up off the table top as he stood up; pointing it directly at his chest a center mass shot was always a better idea than the fabled and often missed headshot. Stepping back a bit as the Norwegian spoke up keeping him inside of her peripheral vision, spitting short on the ground she kept her main focus on the Native; speaking up addressing Erik in a short annoyed tone. 

"This ain't your concern, its me an' the fuckin' savage!" 

Her index finger laid gently on the curved trigger of her revolver, her free hand already grasping at the other holstered pistol in the event she ended up needing it; all eyes in the saloon set upon the woman, indian and now the Norwegian attempting to defend him. All her thoughts resting on the injustice she suffered at the hands of similar Natives, despite the fact that an Apache dog solider wouldn't ever peacefully walk into such a town and his clothing wasn't that of the Apache; her opinion on the Indians being that they were all primitive killers. Which was a rather popular opinion in town as many had lost friends and loved ones to them, Lily glanced quickly to the side standing five feet from Lauren; and several more from Erik. 

"Ain't no good come outta' his ilk, not never."

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