[ Her own eyebrows push up at that, but she doesn't move away. ]

You packing a working truck or a bike somewhere I can't see? Dogsled? Sled-sled? 'Cause otherwise, I don't see many other options aside from walking.

[ Wynonna gives the guy a long, speculative glance, from the tip of that toque to his boots and back again, then shrugs. Hey, she'll be able to tell March she saw a doctor after all: that makes this more of a win than an annoyance.

Besides, it's probably smart to get in good with the limited medical personnel around here. ]

But you can come if you want. And it's Earp, Wynonna Earp.