He doesn't miss that she seems to shiver, doesn't miss that it's immediately followed by that smile--and maybe he would have a couple months ago but it's different now that sometimes he finds himself doing the same thing when he's reminded of things he'd rather keep firmly tucked away into the deeper recesses of his mind.

So he pretends like he doesn't notice because if it were him, he'd want it go unnoticed. Maybe that's not the best way to go about things, and he's got people in every corner telling him that when he needs to talk, when he's ready to talk about That Night, they'll be there; but the thing is, he's never going to want to talk about it, not really, and as far as he's concerned, the want outweighs the need for him right now.

She's talking, though, and he's asked her a question so he'd probably do well to listen to the answer. He smiles as he tunes back into the conversation in time to hear her mention the lack of need for cow milking in Darrow and shrugs. "Hey, stranger things have happened here. So you don't have a lot of job experience, that just means you need friends in high places." He puffs his chest out a bit, lifting his chin. "I should probably at least get your name before making any future attempts but if you think you need it, I'd be happy to help a fellow Gibson lover."