It wasn't like washing a horse was too terribly hard when it came to work, but Kitty felt herself sweating and wiped her forehead on her sleeve. When the breeze went by, she paused and looked around. Eventually her eyes lifted skyward and she offered an uncertain, "Thanks?" Over the sound of her music Kitty heard the words of greeting and it was enough to freak her out. Just a little. Instead of launching into some sort of apology or anything else for ignoring God she did the smart thing and looked around. The smiling man beside her was one of the last people she would have expected to see.
"JP!" She pulled the earbuds free before jumping down and wrapping her arms around her friend, careful not to touch him with her soapy hands. Jean-Paul, she knew, could be something of an acquired taste for many people. She seemed to be one of the few that got on fabulously with him and held that as a special privilege. "Did you just get back? Like, literally?" Now she was feeling foolish for her silly skyward glance, and also aware that she must smell like horse shampoo and look a mess. There was a quick moment where she wanted to look away, â€painfully self-conscious of the scar on her face. But, reminding herself it was something she was going to have to live with, Kitty simply took a step back and smiled up at him.
"So where's Pete?" Despite figuring out Jean-Paul had run from somewhere, she still looked around for the bulky Russian. if he was anywhere nearby he'd be easy to spot. it wasn't as though he could just hide behind a tree. "What happened while you were away?" She stepped away to grab the hose and wash off her hands. Lakota would need rinsing as well. Funny how something she'd wanted to take time on and enjoy, relax with was now something she wanted done quickly. "Tell me everything!"