Oil

"No problem." Jason waves to Ryan. He'd come back upstairs once he'd made sure everything stayed calm with Alec, knowing that he wasn't needed. "Tell Axel hi when you see him."

Looking back down to his desk, he hadn't thought about Trooper until Ryan says something. Glancing up again, he grins. "He's the most dedicated Agent we've got. Come here, Trooper."

Hearing his name and the tone of his master's voice, Trooper is satisfied to leave Ryan's side, and he wanders back into Jason's office. Turning around, he sits and looks to Ryan, giving a soft woof.

Jason chuckles. "He says you're alright and he'll be glad to escort you again when needed."

"...so this is to keep the leather from drying out." Sitting with Faith in the tack room, Sparky had a western saddle set up in front of them and he was showing her how to clean and oil it.

His fingers moved skillfully around the leaher, his hands at home. "Gotta make sure oil gets in all the cracks and crevices and as long as it's soaking it up, you can't use too much."

He holds out the rag to Faith. "You can take the front end and I'll take the back."