Not native, at all, though she might pass if there were more folks of her color here. She's entirely sure he's not a native, though, either way. Too small. Talks funny-- in a way that some backmoon folk do, though with a rather friendlier tone. Idly stroking the horse's nose to keep it distracted from her hair, she nods.

"Considered that myself, but I'm jest better with a gun than I am with a blade. 'Sides, I ain't had the best of experiences with lawmen." Her lips quirk up a bit at that, because really-- the lawmen back where she's from are generally the worst to have to deal with, in her opinion. "Figured gettin' myself involved with 'em was jest askin' for trouble."