She couldn't understand his reluctance. Why did he seem so put off and distant? It was certainly something she wasn't used to, with such a select "group" typically around her. Even distracted she continued to work, though unable to take her mind off of him and his tones. It didn't take long and she was soon close to finishing - or rather, as close as you can be "finished" with milking a cow.<br/>When she heard the skid of tires, she wasn't concerned. She smacked Molly's rear out of the way and brushed her hands together, flinging the dirtied hat at the hook she swiped it from. She missed... by a lot, as it tapped the wooden frame and sat in the loos dirt on thebarn floor.<br/>"Hah, me? Of course not. It's probably just Scotch. Though, it is a little soon for him to return, even with the way he drives." She chuckled. "Come on."<br/>With the same skip as before, she somewhat trotted out of the bar, rounding the door and standing a few feet before it with a creased brow. Her head looked back to Derek, and again to the new vehicle.<br/>"Friends of yours?" she said, concern dripping from her tone.