Up close it's more apparent that Bishop has a type. Willa's the kind of beautiful that speaks more to capability than damsel tendencies, blonde with a kind of tilt to her chin that tells Noa if she tousled with her she just might lose. It's the same impression she gets from Teagan. He might be in a mess of his own making, but she can't say their Chaplain doesn't have taste.
"We haven't, not officially. I'm Noa," she responds as she steps up into the trailer, Duke still on her heels. The big Shepherd stops short of following her further in though, instead he seems more interested in taking stock of their host. "That's Duke," she adds, and waits instead of calling the dog back to her. She suspects if Willa's okay with the horse and livestock that her dog isn't going to be a problem for the woman.
She leans a hip against the small table, but doesn't quite settle into a chair because she doesnt know how much time Willa is going to allow her. "I was the one suggested you find a prospect to find what you were looking for earlier," she adds. "They come in real handy, and ain't so dumb to get too mouthy." She suspects that even if they would have thought about it before they won't now, not with the threat of Bishop or Rodeo slapping 'em back in place. Derek sure made a spectacle. Noa's never away long enough to know what it must be like to try and reacclimate to the rules and day to day that goes on inside their walls.