Rielle couldn't help but scoff. "Please. I don't know why you take such an offense to my dislike of the subway, but it's really not a personal attack on you, your lifestyle or your personal hygiene. And, if you didn't notice, I'm pretty sure I went down there twice to ride it." She left out the part where she'd gotten punched the first time. She knew he already sort of blamed himself for it. She didn't want to bring it up now, and have him think she was using that against him. That wasn't her intention at all as it was no one's fault but the bum who did it.
"Anyways, ask any person who hasn't ridden the New York City subway before what they think it will be like. I guarantee you they'll all say exactly what I said, so you really can't blame me." She crossed her arms across her chest, clearly more annoyed now than she'd been before.
"I wasn't trying to pry either. I was trying to be nice... talk. You know, generally, it's something two people do when they're interested in what each other has to say. I don't think I've ever been in a more one sided conversation before in my life. Seriously? The only time you actually have something to say to me is when you're mad at me. So, pardon my French, but fuck you for calling me snippy."
What was that suggestion he'd had? Sit there until they open the door? It was sounding real good.