Holly grabbed the gloves as Goran had advised, and found it a lot less... Painful to organize the bales of hay into the bed of the truck. While they worked, she decided to start prying. "So... Goran, right? How long have you been in America?" She was starting to feel itchy, and though she hadn't sneezed yet, her allergies were threatening to explode at any moment. This was a mistake... But she wouldn't chicken out, not yet.<br/><br/>She had never been a country girl... The country in Arizona was pretty much desert anyways. She had lived most of her life in the suburbs of Phoenix, where every store was in close driving distance and she never had to lift a finger to keep her parents' house in order. The one job she had supported for a while was as a cashier at a clothing store, something that didn't involve lifting heavy, scratchy piles of straw.