Pursing her lips and rolling her eyes, Rae feigned annoyance when he told her he'd continue to blame her. "Well, at least you braced me for it," she said, an amused lilt in her voice. Finally, she gave in to tiredness and sat down on the floor, making a face as the dirt clung to the bottom of her sweater-dress. Yeah, she'd have to buy a new one and tailor it for her wings. "Hope you don't mind," she murmured sarcastically as she crossed her legs. "Legs were getting tired."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't glow, thank you. And the only fairy dust I see is when I clean my apartment," she smirked wryly. "Any time someone finds out what I am, it's always Tinkerbell this, Faerie Girl that..." she made a talking motion with her hands for emphasis. She shrugged. "Guess I should be used to it by now."
A smirk crossed Rae's face and she shrugged again. "Better and more original than Tinkerbell. Or telling me that I have a boy's name." She winked. "Pot calling the kettle black, there."
"I assure you, I'm not a man," she told him seriously as she crossed her arms at her chest. "Ash might've been a woman, for all I know, but I'm definitely not a man." The conversation was almost casual now, which was good. She was honestly glad. She'd rater not spend the whole time she was stuck down here having a grumpy stare-off with a bitchy being.
Offense wasn't exactly what Rae was thinking, but she'd have been relieved if she knew he thought it was. As it stood, she'd been dealing with a relative dry spell. The thought of one of "those" kinds of hookups wasn't unwelcome. But admitting that wasn't in her plans, even if she somehow managed to find out what he was thinking.
Her lips pursed into a smile when he turned the alien comment into an immigration comment. "Ooh, immigration joke. Risky. For all you know my parents are Swedish immigrants," she said, slipping into a flawless Swedish accent and wiggling her eyebrows. "But all right. Not a martian. Good thing I know and have been messing with you this whole time, Count Chocula."