Train robberies were always an experience for Arthur. Fancy tourists, ones with plenty of money and valuables. The men had experience; they would give up what they had on hand begrudgingly. The women, however, he found had more salt than the men. All huddled in their blankets, bright-eyed in the dark train car, curious to see a real-life train robber.

You were no exception.

"Now, you wouldn't happen to have a little bit of cash on ya, hm?" Arthur asks, polite despite the revolver in his hand.