She pulls a bag of feed over to the door, propping it up against the wall until she's ready to heft it out. She glances up when he speaks. There's nothing in her expression.

She thought he made himself perfectly clear when he left. And with how much time has passed since that night, she didn't expect he would be coming around to dredge it all up again. Unless he's looking for another fight, or trying to embarrass her all over again. Color dusts her cheeks.

She turns back to her busywork.

"I didn't think there was any more t'talk about. Speak plain; what d'you want?"