His kind? Not exactly. Something like? Definitely. Mostly, though, she was good at keeping her expression neutral. "No harm done on this end, neither," she assured him, "and sometimes inconvenience ain't so bad."

She shoved the horse's nose back with one hand, when it tried to nibble on one flyaway curl, and offered, "Name's Zoe Washburne. Set up with the Archers guild, down that road."