JT's literal cyan eyes shifted from crowd citizen to crowd citizen before resting his eyes on the woman in the flashy gold armour, which he knew was something only one in the Ornstein Family Tree would have equipped. Really he didn't care who she was related to all that much though, because he knew Orn must have raised her well. "Thanks kid," his old Texan voice said to her as he pulled the revolver from its holster again to reload, and the crowd dispersed. "And you cab call me JT if you like."