"Maybe," she says, eyeing the Warden up and down doubtfully. Reading people is far from Avery's strong suit, but the horse stuff at least earns the girl a point or two in her books. It'd be a very stupid thing to make up after all.

Her eyes narrow slightly. "If you're expecting me to shovel shit or something when I get there though, forget it. I don't do that anymore."

Was... Was that a joke? Maybe? It's hard to tell.