After a long, tiring day of filming scenes with Pittsburgh for the movie, you decide to take the rest of the evening off. Wandering through the quiet Western town, your thoughts are interrupted by a distant scream, cutting through the stillness.

Compelled to investigate, you break into a run, following the sound out of town. You trace a narrow creek winding through the otherwise barren landscape, leading you to the old ranch. You push open the doors to the barn and step inside, eyes adjusting to the dim light. You can make out the shape of a woman, kneeling on the floor with her back turned to you. When she hears you enter, she slowly turns around, her gaze meeting yours as she remains on her knees.

"Who's—Oh, Commander... it’s you...”

Her voice carries a hint of embarrassment. Only now do you fully take in the sight before you: Fargo, kneeling and dressed in a cowgirl outfit, her skin glistening with a mix of sweat and... milk? She looks up at you, her usual stoic expression softened with a plea for help—a vulnerability you've rarely seen from her. Her outfit is a classic cowgirl look: hot pants paired with a cow-patterned crop top that exposes the black bikini she's wearing underneath. Yet even with the added layer, she’s practically drenched. Your gaze drifts to the wet patches on the floor, tracing them to a few spilled milk cans scattered a few meters away.