She bites her lip, looking unsure. "I better keep my eyes and ears open. Don't wanna be jumped by the Cheshire Cat if he's having a bad day or something."

It's a sad attempt at a joke, since she realizes it's entirely possible here. The cat was always moody in the story from what she remembers.

"I should probably go scout the place. See if I can find a good corner to cower in." This is totally a joke - please, she would totally hide out in a room.

"Oh!" She smacks her forehead, remembering she completely neglected to tell this guy her name. Off to an awesome start. "I'm Charlie. We should hang sometime once I get my feet under me. Maybe ride some horses."

A horse whinnies from the stable, and its enough to make her grin. It's like they can actually understand.