"I pride myself on my ability to read people, so it should be that easy." Kate huffed, finishing the braid and looking at it happily. After, she walked to Zephyrs stall, brushing past Sam slightly. She started to braid his forelock as well, focusing on her hands as she worked.

He glared her. "It wasn't quite so easy with that red coat on now was it?" He teased, crossing his arms as she came over. He was still scratching Zephyr, so he was docile as all get out while she played with his forelock.

"No, it made you look irritable and constipated." Kate mocked, raising her eyebrows at his continuing glare. "I've found out that only one of those is true so far." She teased, finishing off the braid and giving Zephyr pets after. "Stop looking at me like that. I might have to braid your hair too." She mocked.

He smiled at the the mockery, but the tease definitely made him flustered. He flushed slightly, looking down the aisle for a moment, then back to her. "Good luck, I've never seen anyone tame the rat's nest." He lifted his chin slightly.

Kate smiled at his flush, giving him a somewhat cocky look. "Well, you haven't met me, Lieutenant. I can do anything if I really want to. Also, I'm taking that as both consent and a challenge." She teased, stepping closer to him so she could raise a hand and gently pull his chin down so she could reach him. After, she raked her fingers gently through his hair, encountering a few knots, but she worked them out gently with her fingers.

He gave her a suspicious look, confused and just a little afraid. He might've taken a step back if he wasn't leaning on the stall door. He was perhaps a little more than afraid. He tipped his head for her. "Before you start braiding, do you want me to sit down?" He asked quietly, slightly teasing. He couldn't decide where to look, deciding to shut his eyes instead.

"...that might be smart, yeah." Kate muttered, gently drawing her hands back and taking a step off to let him sit down. "I honestly didn't think you would let me do it. I was expecting to get snapped at for trying." She said lightly.

He smiled slightly, moving toward a haybale, he dropped it down on its flat side gently, sitting down with his back turned. "If anything I'd run away screaming. You're- you're a little scary even when you don't look like you hate everyone ever." He murmured.

"Oooh, do I intimidate you, Lieutenant Thatcher? Because I can assure you, I'm just an innocent, dumb little country girl." She said sarcastically, walking over to him and to his front. His hair would be easier to braid from the front, so that's what she decided to do. Once he was settled, she brushed her fingers through his hair one more time and then went into starting a braid.

"Just a little bit, your hands are more manly than mine are, it's hardly unreasonable." He leaned on his hand, on the bale. Keeping his head as still as he could keep it. As rough as her hands were she was strangely gentle and careful with his hair. He might've been blushing again, he wasn't paying attention.