She flicks her gaze up through her lashes.



"Try t'keep focused on the matter at hand, wouldja?"

She doesn't try very hard to hold back her answering smirk, however. As it happens, she likes feeling appreciated; and if a plain white blouse and a pair of worn slacks is what does it for Gene, she's not going to complain.

She takes the coil of rope from Concession's saddle and holds it against Gene's breast.

"Stub that out an' c'mon. You're gonna need both hands."