"Oh, well." Jane laughs, too, but it's affectionate -- and in the background is the noise of her truck starting. "Good job. I'm bringing the trailer over so I can bring her back to Fullerton for quarantine. You expected that, right? I might have to take Acorn too, I'll give him a check over, but I doubt they've been exposed long enough to each other unless he's actually eaten from her bucket. Which it sounds like she wouldn't let him."
Pause.
"But if she's not having any trouble swallowing, and isn't wheezing like she wants to bring something up -- and if she does, and it's not too low, go ahead and reach in and try to get it, it's not ever as bad as it sounds and it's safer than a horse actually trying to vomit --" pro tip: they can't "-- er. Anyway. Let her eat a little more."