She turns her attention full on him, blinking in surprise. She can't tell if he's mocking her or if he's got his feelings hurt. Though, given the brusque manner in which Gene usually addresses her, she can't imagine he'd care one way or the other if she liked him.

Would he?

She chirps a gentle laugh, shaking her head. "This ain't exactly in my job description," she amends. "I work the stables: muckin' stalls, feedin' the stock, figurin' supplies... that sort'a thing. This I do 'cuz I like it."

And, yes, because she likes him. Soured old puss that he is.

"If you're hard pressed for money, though, I could spare some change..."