Yer tha one makin' it hard not ta be enemies here, Nevada.

[Red was tired of being reasonable. She was itching to shoot him, but she didn't have her guns on her and shooting him might not be the best of ideas.

So instead of trying to shoot him, Red simply walked up to the Marshall and slapped him.]

Ifin yer gunna be like this, I'm done. Get yerself killed or whatever. Goodbye, Nevada.

[And with that she turns around and heads off. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. She's not sticking around.]