Dorothy started to smirk at Layton's comment about being dead if she repeated his words. Like it was some over exaggerated school yard gossip. But he seemed serious enough and she halted Pongo in turn as he'd gone several steps ahead of the other horse. She swung him around slightly so she was looking at Harris and nodded to show she wasn't taking it too lightly.
"I wouldn't wanna get ya in any trouble with 'em. I won't say nuthin'," she promised. "It's nice to get a little warnin' bout who's who though. So I don't go stickin' my foot in my mouth right away."
Now she smiled at that to show she was poking fun at herself a bit. "Not that I still might not manage to get it in there anyway."
She tended to get on alright with most men, at least on the surface level, and she already felt like she was warming up to Harris a bit. Maybe even him to her a little, the way he'd just confided something that could land him in hot water. But women were trickier. And it was hard to guess by Layton's description if Dorothy might get on well with Leah. Or if she'd be treated like ... well, like some whore trying to stick her nose into their business.
With the short pause, she let her feet come out of the stirrups and stretched her legs briefly before finding the stirrups again.
"Think we'll get to Whitefish 'fore dinner time?"