Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

Good luck? Well, Seems lucky enough so far, he mused, brows raising for but a brief moment. And at her acceptance, he pulled forwards, finding himself, now, a single step away from her. Closer, but still, more than enough space to breathe between them. I'd quite like myself a tour, miss, Barrett replied. Should'ya be willin'.
Nothing but good things about Sega came from this ladies' mouth, and he nodded slowly. Felt himself soften, maybe. Less weary. But still, he held an uncertainty deep within. Not anxiety, for he was not scared for himself in the sense of safety, but instead, perhaps something different. Something... more personal. But he was drawn back to reality by Twitch's voice. As if she were some sort of guardian angel. He smiled at the thought, and, at what she had to say. Capable as I look, huh? He chuckled.
Careful, it'll go to my head, and with that, he shook his head back and forth, giving a brief round of his shoulders. He flicked his tail, now, and said: Lead the way, miss, and he gave a small nod forwards, beckoning.
Can't say I'd know where'ta go without a guide.