While she disappears into the stockroom, Doc takes the time to walk the length of the barn, both sides, checking in each stall (though most of the inhabitants are already up and waiting for breakfast) and taking extra care to glance at the mare near the far end. There's an empty stall between her and the nearest horse, as a precaution.

With things in a good sense of order, he turns on a neat bootheel to join her in the feed room, where she's dosing out said breakfast into buckets.

(His coat stays on, for now, at least. It may be warmer in here but he's still not warm.)

"How's the bin looking," he asks, as he lifts two of the buckets in his hands, with a nod at the bin full of the feed store. "If it's getting to be low, I can haul some down from the bar this afternoon."