Prone to slouching in his seat -- any seat, apparently -- Tommy mirrors what she's doing as best he can and finds that it does lessen the pressure somewhat, and it's easier to sync up with the horse's movements.

He eyes her with a light smirk. "What? No, 'course not. Just that my door opens up in the firehouse, and civilians usually aren't allowed inside, so it'd be pretty hard to explain to my coworkers what a woman wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots was doing coming out of the kitchen or the locker room with me. I'll think of something, though."