She frowned, wanting to ask if he was certain about that, but soon as he turned to face her-she was hit with what she could almost call a case of deja vu.

Stables..a horse..there was a young woman. She..no..the voice wasn't hers, but the two of them were arguing and joking together.

The frown deepened. The memory felt like her own, but it wasn't her own; she hadn't been to any stables in years, and those that were were handled by those with more expertise than herself. The voice wasn't hers either.

"For fucks sake..." She wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or to hreself; however the words were spoken outloud.