That smile of hers widens at the compliment, and she can feel her cheeks heating in a way that's distinctly unfamiliar.

Damn, but this body's got some strange reactions.

It's a fair deal. 'Course it is, and it ain't like she can ask for his tale without offering one of her own, right? That's just not playing fair.

Still, the sips she takes of her newly refilled bourbon is a slow one, filling her mouth with the sweet sharpness of it before letting it burn lazily down her throat.

"Ain't much to tell," she says, finally. "Everbody's young'n stupid once, right? Me, I left home to follow the rodeo, ended up dirt poor'n scrapin for jobs. And there was a whole lotta stupid shit in between. But like you say, it ain't so bad." She winks, setting the tumbler down.

"Sure got nothin to complain about just at the moment."