"Post apocalyptic art ain't all that big yet, you'd be the first star of the scene. Gotta dream big." Even though they were joking he was fairly certain that she would achieve whatever she set her mind to. If she wanted cake, she would make sure she'd get it, and eat it, too. "You know what happens to horses when they break a limb. Carryin' around a lightweight like you ain't worse than bein' put down."
Placing a few pieces on the cart he looked up to flash her a grin. "That's my definition of nice young lady right there. You weren't raised to be a pushover an' there's nothin' wrong with your mouth. As for the trust part..." he shrugged, stretched and popped a few vertebrae. "I don't trust anyone as far as I can throw em, an' I bet I could throw you pretty far. Everyone makes mistakes, question is if you learn an' try to make right what you screwed up. Ain't nothin' wrong with that, either." That had been a pretty long speech for him and he dug out his cigarettes, he doubted that anyone would mind him smoking in here.