Paige looked down at the young boy, saying nothing for a moment before her brow rose slowly, "Who're you calling 'ma'am'?" She asked. Politeness, she could be as polite as the rest of them if she wanted to be, however, she saw no need to at the moment. And in truth, that question kept her from asking what she'd originally been thinking. 'Afternoon. What was so good about it?'
Could you sense that? Could you? Well, that was Paige feeling cranky. Lowering her brow, giving the kid one last look, she turned her eyes ahead of her, "Good afternoon, kid." See. Polite.