[The Victorian woman, much more appropriately dressed for the weather than Paige but still clearly combatting the cold, stands with her eyebrows raised in silence for a moment. She has keen eyes and she knows what she just saw, or rather what she didn’t see in those brief moments when Paige’s lower body appeared to disappear, but she doesn’t quite know how to parse it. Her mouth twists to form a question, but stops short. She mustn’t let her curiosity override courtesy.]

—Yes, that’s right. I’d be happy for the help. I don’t have much experience with livestock and you seem to be quite the natural.