Heather arched a brow once again, the corner of her mouth still turned upward into what had to have looked like a permanent smirk by now. She couldn't help it, though. Maybe she was crazy -- well, she kind of figured she was crazy by now, but that wasn't the point -- but she liked the guy. He was different, and Heather liked different. She gravitated toward different. That was all because she'd finally accepted the fact that she was what most people would consider a freak.
"Feisty, huh? I'd ask if that's a good thing, but obviously, it is. Sometimes people don't like feisty." She'd never considered herself feisty before, but it had to be true if a stranger saw it, right? "I could call you feisty, but maybe you're just dumb. All that illegal activity you got going on." Again, she smirked.