She shrugged. "I try to never be sorry. Being sorry is sort of pointless, it just drags you down, y'know? There's too much world to see and life to live to be stuck in one place feeling sorry." She laughed a little, eyes staring a brief moment into her glass, watching the gold-colored liquid dance.
She perked quite a bit when he brought the rodeo up, intently leaning in her seat a bit, eyes shining with fiery interest. "Oh, you did rodeo?? So you rode bulls? Or fought 'em? That's so cool! Gosh, I'd love to try something like that!" Daring, yes. But she was young and truly full of life. She laughed softly at his bit about playing harmonica. "Well, you could always take some lessons and surprise him with some good music, I know a bit about it but my Dad would know more, I play mostly keyboards, piano." She was so out of practice tho she wasn't sure she remembered how. He'd taught her when she was five and she'd kept it up even when Charlie took her away, until he'd told her she wasn't any good, when she was 12.