Swiftcurrent Creek It's difficult to say what's luck and what's not.

Locked down?
Curious.
She tilts her head slightly and the tempo of her wagging tail slows, then stops. May I ask -- if there is danger around, I'd 'ppreciate a heads up. Her nostrils flared slightly, taking in scents and thinking.
Yer sure there's nothin' I'ken trade to yew? I've a proclivity fer being a jack o' all trades. At my age, makes sense to dabble.

She had a feeling this was going nowhere, but the woman wasn't ready to give up yet. There was always another angle.