"I am not a kid." There's not much vehemence in the comment, though. Mattie's getting used to everyone seeing there that way, and honestly tonight she is feeling sort of young and alone.

He tilts her head at him, assessing, and then nods. "I do not usually converse at length with strangers, but I suppose you do not look like an outlaw." He also doesn't stink of whiskey, which should probably be more of a comfort than it turns out to be.