Cobb hesitated. Instantly, liquid blues drifted over everything in the background of the office; bassinet included. Kids. Oh, that was fun. The older ones were frightened and the younger ones insatiably curious, but they generally took her at face value - har, har, no pun intended - and tended to be non-judgmental. By the looks of it.. these ones were a little too young to be doing either. Nonetheless; Cobb liked children. Snapping back to the current after the hesitation, the near invisible mental pause that her rampaging brain had forced her on, she extended a hand in gracious greeting. Cobb forced herself to smile, meeting Shea's gaze and nodding as polite company does.

"Crivens! Aye, dinnae mean ta disturb, ma'am. Awright then, I'm Cobb Charming, professional drover. Behin' the reins o'a pair o' draughts since I was a wee bairn." She kept her voice low, Scottish lilt hitting sing-song fashion as she described in brief her reason for calling. "Drove a hansom cabbie in Glasgow fer a numba o'years, a cromulent lass in compet'tive harness rings, an' taught a few doz'n draught ta take ta harness. If ye have need o'a driver, train'a or othawise, I'm lookin' fer work."

She laced her fingers behind her back, standing silently in wait, her gaze still locked on Shea.

Cobb waited a heartbeat of a second before following the young woman in, hands shoved protectively into her pockets as she stamped her feet lightly on the doormat and tiptoed in to avoid disturbing the youngsters in their bassinet. Glancing sideways at the bundles, she felt a stab of homesickness; that odd sense of non-belonging that had always managed to make her heart falter and her throat swell up. Swallowing back a lump, she plastered that false but convincing smile on her features once more. Just a little while longer, Cobb-y girl, and then we can quit pretending to be happy.

"Plessa ta meet ya, ma'am!" She quipped in a low but cheery tone, hands still laced protectively in her pockets. "Ah'm mighty desperate fer some since of normalcy -- Ah ken start ta-day if ya need; elsewise be back morn's mornin'. Jus' tell me who ta meet or where ta start, an' who Ah'll be teachin'." She desperately needed this -- even if it didn't pay worth squat, at least it was something to do, some place to start. A swift kick in the butt to get her life back on track... it was limited, but effective.

Cobb brightened considerably at the mention of today's start and a quick meet and greet. "Brilliant! Ah'm always game for the opinionat'd. Lead and ah shall foll-a." She grinned slightly.. wasn't far from the truth, she had a thing for the hard-to-handle; though amazingly enough... rarely had she sat astride. No, her place was back behind the horses on the buckboard. Bright blue eyes gazed around the office in curiosity, drinking in the various pictures, diplomas and ribbons that no doubt adorned every successful ranch office's walls. She was impressed with the place; and inexplicably comfortable. She was rarely comfortable in strange situations.

"Ah dunnae have a place yet, but soon Ah'm sure. Unless... ye've got a gues' house ah coul' exchange pay fer?" She let her gaze drop to the infant, smiling slightly at him. Bringing one finger up, she wiggled it at him, making eye contact. Most kids loved being noticed.

Cobb's head swiveled this way and that as they entered the facilities, glancing around curiously. Her step was aloof, light, but her body demeanor alert and in charge. She was pleasantly surprised to find the barns weren't jam-packed with horses - instead, it was modestly sized -- well, for the giants it housed, at least -- and roomy. She grinned as Shea introduced equine to woman.

"Oi there, big boy." She chirped as the stallion greeted them, extended a hand for him to sniff. "He's massive! Lovely. Cannae wait ta get started." She was mentally sizing the stallion up, keen, experienced eye running over every line and muscle. "Has he ever driven before...?" It would certainly be the chore if he had never seen a harness.. and honestly, her memory failed her from earlier. Her excitement was just overwhelming at the time.

"Oh, thas jus' lovely to hear, ma'am." She was very happy the ranch was picking up; it meant more work for her. Eyeing the stallion warily, she thrust a hand through to stroke the large neck, scratching at the bits of his head and ears that were in reach - until he was tired of it and pulled away, of course. Turning to glance around, she located his halter, taking note of his stall in relation to the other stalls -- a mental note-taking, as it was, that would guide her later on.

"Mind if I take someone out? Get ta groomin' and such?" She motioned to Shellshock, nodding slightly. "I doubt he'll be much of an issue.. I'm just.. itching to get started."