Ginger winced, cringing at the now wounded horse. "Uh, nice aim." He said, looking around Donna at Teni and her horse. "Sorry about that, Teni." He said, but his tone did not seem apologetic. Ginger let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples. Teni seemed to have the worst timing, and they would have to discuss what they would do with her later. He didn't know how to deal with her, especially when she was freaking out. He didn't understand why she was so attached to the horse, he didn't even know where she got the horse.