Sabine supposes she should take it easy on the guy. Honestly, in the course of things, back when this was still in her daily life, it hadn't been something to bat an eyelash at. Of all the things which were ultimately concerning on-site, the Bathroom Cowboy was not. But. It's not been normal for a helluva long time. Even in pantomime, it's like a re-christening. She's enjoying it more than Dude deserves, but she can't help herself or the amusement it adds to her countenance.

"Well, yeah," Sabine agrees. "There's not another article that fits there."

Yes, that random gas station clerk girl just took your emphasis and turned it grammatical. "Pretty sure he didn't get to spotlight in a blockbuster, so you might be mixing him up with some other cowboy in a stetson and apple bottom jeans." Oh, yes. That's definitely on purpose, too. "They can all start to look alike at a point. Take my word for it. The lower fifty is a blur of both."