Winnie lets out a little breath of relief, a hand on her chest. "Oh, good, then you're the same as me! I woke up in that strange little... machine thing, with the map? Telling me this was America, something about an audience..." She trails off with a shake of her head and a frown, before lowering her voice in a conspiratory manner. "I know it said not to talk about our roles, but between those of us in this same situation it should be fine, shouldn't it?"

She did feel a little strange, a slight pain in her stomach as warning since she's gearing up to mention what her 'role' is. But she ignores it, figuring it's better to get it over with and then let the pain pass.

"I understand. I'll accompany you! You're the only one I can talk to now, since I've chosen you. That's what I've been told, anyhow." She rolls her eyes upward in an exaggeratedly exasperated manner and then smiles, gesturing for Tex to walk on.

Except then she suddenly waves her hands, shaking her head. "Oh dear, where are my manners? I'm Winnifred Prismall, but please, do just call me Winnie!" Winnie extends her hand with a smile. "We're going to be quite good friends by the end of this! Or enemies, I suppose, depending on your tolerance, but I'd really rather prefer friendship. It's a lot less tedious."

And the babbling on is only the first indication of the True Hell Tex is probably going to be subjected to. Godspeed.