"You can call me Bree," she told him as she reached a hand toward the cow that was now between them. Wah, she was really standing here petting a cow. Ash would be so surprised. But... she couldn't tell him could she? Then he would know she stepped out on her promise.
"I travel a lot and get a lot of shiny things," she smiled happily. A normal person may have called themselves an agent or made up something. But Bree wasn't that kind of person. She wasn't even the type that would know she probably shouldn't be telling Harold Saxon anything, nonetheless what she did.
"This place is still pretty small, so not a lot. But a few people have been popping up. You just get here?"