Zoe's plenty used to sharing a bedroom. She's just used to sharing it with a husband, rather than a pair of young women. Mostly she's kept to herself, at least as much as she can easily get away with, but at being called, she looks up and offered a little smile, holding onto the reins of a tired-looking horse that's been stripped of its saddle and bit, only wearing a halter and lead rope now.

"Yeah, some Adviser-level Ranger wants to skip out on walkin' his horse out, so guess who gets called in to handle it?" She rolls her eyes, but it's amiable. As much as she dislikes being at the bottom of the pile, she can imagine it being much worse. And she'll work her way up again.