He'd been here for over an hour already and that barely even scratched half the stock off the to-browse checklist. It was hot. It was humid. And he was sweating profusely like a pig. But hey, Jesse knew it wouldn't be easy finding the right horse and was just glad that unlike the last place he'd visited, there were more than just a handful of disheveled creatures to inspect. Jesse ran the back of his palm over his forehead to keep the perspiration from getting into his eyes before standing up on the railing again. While the metal barrier -meant to keep animals in and people out- donned several signs that explicitly said [i]Keep Off[/i], he learned that not many of the personnel cared enough to enforce the rule so long as you weren't causing any trouble. He figured he could behave himself long enough to get away with it. 

          "Let's see what we have here..." This was the seventh pen already. Jesse began muttering to himself aloud, rubbing his fingers over the stubble coating his jawline as he slowly looked over the option of equines provided. According to staff, these animals in particular were caught just this morning and therefor still settling down. He could tell just by the way most of them paced and nipped whenever provided the opportunity, and chuckled lowly whenever someone tried to be 'brave enough' to pet one through the fence. He found it quite humorous whenever someone ended up squealing or bawling after suffering the consequences. Squinting hard in the bright sunlight, a sliver of blue and gray caught his eye and Jesse leaned further over the fence to get a better look. "Hey! Off the fence!" An older gentleman with a hard face and deep lines set in his face shouted from a little distance away. Jesse hadn't realized it but he'd practically climbed halfway over the railing at this point. Not wanting to get kicked out, Jesse obliged but decided to approach him and inquire about what he think he say.

          "Excuse me, sir?" His accent was evident, something almost everyone born around here carried. "What can you tell me about the lil' blue one over there?" he asked, pointing into the crowd with a finger. The wrangler turned in the direction Jesse was indicating to. Though the mare was once again hidden among the wave of bodies and no longer visible to anyone along the fence-line, he knew which one Jesse was talking about. It was the only one colored anything but black, brown, grey, or white so it's capture was basically news all over the premises. A pretty one, too. "You must've seen the missus, #042. Stunning thing she is but got a nasty bite." Jesse nodded his head. "Any way you could get someone to cull her out the herd? I'd like to see her up close." The man called over a few other staff members and they promptly began working on rounding up the mare.