"Alexis though most just call me Red." She said shaking the man's hand. She had a peculiarly masculine grip to her handshake. She started walking off, likely looking for a rental place for something to ride. From the wind there was a quick peek at the small armory she had stashed on the inside of the cloak. Spare swords, a couple axes and row after row of throwing knives along with a revolver holstered to her hip. It was a small armory worn like a cloak.