Ely declines the cigar, and glances about casually, while whispering back to Butch. "I'm pretty quick, but I cannot outrun a horse if they decide to give chase...Do what you think best, but don't underestimate my capability to take care of myself, and get yourself in trouble trying to get me out of a jam I'm capable of getting myself out of. I guess what I'm saying is: use your judgement. If anyone else looks to need your help more than I do, let me worry about my own bony butt." She gives him a half smile. "You're right, though. I think diplomacy is our best bet here."