[ It's hard to say what reaction she had expected exactly — but whatever it was, he hardly bats an eyelash, offering only that familiar smile and an answer that feels entirely too earnest for the likes of her. Makes her wonder if that says something. Has he always been so cool and calm? Or maybe it's just that she's unconsciously let this conversation become a little too comfortable.

And maybe she doesn't mind that as much as she probably should. ]

Guess there's no accounting for taste. [ She quips back after a moment. Her attention follows his as he glances over his shoulder, back at that fluorescent glow waiting inside. Wryly then: ] Anyway, don't you have a convenience store to be running? Pretty sure they don't pay you to sit out here with strange women from the sewers.