Certain he will hear it and sparing herself the smugness nevertheless, she waits til he's passed her to spur on her borrowed mount (Persistence given a break, after all the recent traveling to get here) and say to his back, “You're too short this way, I don't like it.”

She wouldn't care for it if he were the right height, either, but she'd have a harder time putting her finger on why.

Drawing up alongside, “Where are we going?”