His face sets firm, into something like a scowl. He nods, curtly, as though this is nothing more than should happen, and he approves of the man's decision.

Of course, he's really just fighting a grin. Right up until the bloke says you know cattle..., and then his inner glee shuts up abruptly. Ahaha. Right.

He only knows one end of a cow from the other because one has eyes. More than that, he's useless.

'Soun's alright,' is what he says, and turns to run his gaze over the assorted volunteers. A sorry bunch, but he is nothing if not experienced at sticking a rocket up people's arses, and making them perform. 'And don' worry about findin' the animals. We catch whose behind it, they'll tell me where they're stashed.'

He's got no worries on that score. Mainly, his thoughts are now turning to whether or not he gets a badge. He wants a badge.