It's a gesture she knows pretty well, and one she recognizes, though she's got to admit that it is downright odd watching a horse try and herd a bunch of hay bales.

Then the horse knocks one over, making Jack wince and reassess. It's really sort of bizarre, actually. And weirdly funny, though she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing and hurting the animal's feelings.

"Cowboy, huh?"

Either that or a sheepdog.

"Spent a couple summer herdin sheep. Hated ever second of it, stupid creatures. And they weigh a ton."

She's just bitching, though, and it's comfortable enough. "Shoulda known you're from out West like me, considerin the shape you picked."