There is a pause in Mica's confident gait, a stutter in her swagger as she moved down the hall. San's words had awakened an ache in her heart that she'd thought long dead and forgotten. There were no more tears to cry. That life was long gone. But there were phantom pains that still lingered, for lives she wished desperately she could've saved.

She smiles at San, a genuine and pleased smile. "Good. Keep her close."

He had no way of knowing it, but that simple act had been nearly enough to endear him to Mica. She knew better than to get too close to the cattle. But...

Well there was no rule against fraternizing was there? She didn't think so.

Her smile slips into something a little more sly when he is flush against her. Her fingers bunch his shirt and tug him down until he is closer to her level.

"Very blunt, I like that. Your place or mine?"