Yeah, she really does...

[Her smile is bashful again as she lets go of her skirts, smoothing them out. They've been bustled in the front to keep them from catching in any machinery, though they still covered her knees. Mika fusses with the buckles on her own tool belt before she can actually meet his eyes again.]

Just don't let her near your horse without you watching her, Mister Marksley. She's been itching to see how it works.