Looking down to the shirt then back up she'd grin, "Sweetie, I'm a girl who loves rock music and fast vintage cars. Just because work makes me play crappy music doesn't mean I listen to it." Turning back she'd stir the pot, checking on the tenderness of the cooking noodles. "I've got some soda's stashed in the fridge a long with a jug of sun tea I made last Sunday. Glasses in the cabinet right next to the fridge."