"Lame. It would have been nice to get a little "insiders perspective"." she shrugged.<br/>It was interesting when he mentioned 'it wasn't their job to be liked'. This made her smile. The Military Police sounded interesting, but she knew she wouldn't really get into it, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.<br/>"Pfft, I hear ya. Who gives a shit what anyone else thinks? As long as you're doing your job or just being yourself, why should it matter who likes you? True friends stick with you no matter what and get over indiscretions." she smiled.<br/>In that moment, she saw and thought on his expressions. Why wouldn't he look at her? Had she made that much of a fool of herself? Just as she thought to ask, it hit her. She closed her eyes for a second, flinging her hands this way and that as she "talked" with them.<br/>"Oh God, I'm sorry," she grimaced, placing the rag over her cleavage, "I forget myself sometimes. Scotch and I don't really pay any mind to one another walking around naked, and me with my lack of friends, I don't really think about my modesty when other's are around."<br/>She turned her head and looked around for a moment, holding the towel that barely even covered the appealing crease between her breasts. She leaned forward, almost tripping on her own feet as she reached towards the saddle blankets. Lifting on after another, she finally reached her other hand between them, pulling out a pale blue camisole top. It was a plain cotton and had patched of dirt, and dust, and hay and who knows what else. But she simply slipped it over her hand and pulled it down to her pants. His lengthy fingers plucked and picked here and there, removing invisible prickles that were all over the fabric. Sitting between saddle blankets and tack, you never know what might have embedded between that textile.<br/>As she lifted her shoulders to say something more, she was interrupted by a loud and rather obnoxious moo. She looked behind her and opened the door, stalling the chuckle the pressed her lips.<br/>"Ugh, Molly needs some relief. I think she's like a human - like, she gets too full like a bladder, and instead of needing to pee she needs to be milked. She's such a diva. Come on, I can show you the barn too."<br/>Her face lit up as she reached for his hand briefly with a slight tug, encouraging him with her. The door swung open as she trotted out past the needy sow,  the cluster on the back of her head swaying back and forth. The doors were still open, to no ones surprise, and she briskly set herself up. First, reaching her hands back, she pulled the ponytail out and shook her locks with a tilted head. She then wrapped it again, low by her neck, placing a hanging pro-style, mid-crown ball cap on her head. Practically flicking it on, it sat decently, the bill and mesh front facing backwards. Reaching beside the first stall and the wall, she set a stool nearly in the middle of the barn. Pausing, she looked around as Molly stepped slowly inside.<br/>"Where'd he put your pale?" She asked her.<br/>Her head simply tilted up as she let out another deep moo, Tequilla's eyes falling on it inside the corner of her stall.<br/>"Thank you ma'am."<br/>Sitting on the shallow stool, her knees almost as high as her shoulders, she set the dented pale beside her and tapped in front of her with her boot.<br/>"Well, get over here if you want to get this done." she scoffed at Molly.<br/>More slow trudging until she stood right in front of Tequilla, holding her hands together and placing them on Molly's light brown pelt before continuing to aid the bovine against her discomfort.