He shakes his head a little and manages a barely-there smile, mostly hidden by that scruffy, droopy mustache.

"You don't hafta be. Like I said, she's happier."

Upon entering the stable, he's met with a sense of familiarity, although he doesn't know why. Like he's been here before. Like he knows some of these horses already.

After listening to Kate's instructions, he nods once, and touches the brim of his hat in a lax salute.

"Easy as pie, darlin'. Got any gloves I can use?"