Miles listened as she talked about music. She seemed really excited that he showed interest in her tastes. "I do like Metallica." Miles smiled. "I've always been an 80's hair metal person myself. Quite Riot, Poison and the like. Growing up away from big cities, I was always a little behind on the times I guess." He then listened as she told him about her home life and the horrible things that had happened to her. As she finished he noticed her a little sadness in her face. "Hey now." He said moving closer to her and putting his arm around her. "That was then. You've got a whole new start out here. You can be like nothing ever happened." He grinned. He then realized he had put his arm around her. He felt like he was in middle school because of how nervous he felt. He had already done it, though. So he wasn't about to take his arm off of her unless she seemed uncomfortable with it.

"Anyways." Miles started. "Let's talk about something else. How about your tattoos? I've always wanted to get some, but I hate needles. I don't even know how I'm going to give animals shots." He laughed slightly. "The sight of them makes me queasy, but surgical tools don't bother me at all. Weird right?" Karah smiled a bit at Miles aversion to needles, but love of tattoos. "So I've always thought about getting western style tattoos myself. Like the symbol of our ranch maybe. It's a simple star with a 'D' in the middle of it. That would probably be the first one I get. What about you?" Miles scanned her body for tattoos. It was a good way for him to stare at her body without seeming like a creep.