"Aye," she tells him, waving toward the neatly-kept building and paddocks beyond. "I'll show ye, if ye'd have it so. We've a goodly number of threaded stock under our care."

There's pride in her voice, but she doesn't turn her steps that way. Susan's very clearly leading him toward the boat and the young man working there, as she raises one hand and waves, trying to catch his attention.