Her grin turns almost instantly broad, a spark in her eyes he's likely not seen before. This is Kate in her element, where she feels most in control, most comfortable.

"Yes, y'can look," she singsongs, straightening Beaut out on the path south.

She sweeps a thorough gaze across the horizon, pausing at a few dust devils and the teasing flash of a mirage. A magpie cackles overhead. A dry bush about thirty paces southwest rattles with life. By the time she's satisfied, Gene is already moseying past. She cuts her gaze sidelong, a silent 'Satisfied?' in her expression, and urges Beaut forward.

Giving Gene silence to enjoy the moment.