So long as she's not hearing any loud thuds she keeps her eyes forward, biting her lip so as not to laugh. She listens closely to Duncan's hoofbeats, cutting her eyes to horse and rider once they catch up.

She's as solemn as a nun.

If that nun worked a burlesque peep show.

"Howdy," she says cheerfully. "Glad y'could make it."

The path they're on will take them around the back paddocks, along the treeline and over to the lake.

"How're y'doin'?"