“Wasn't all that interested in filling you in, either.” Sure, if she actually asked or it became even vaguely relevant then Delta might consider giving a first name Maybe even her occupation. Until then, whoever this was could remain blissfully ignorant. The glare that had bounced off her matt-lipsticked veneer had mostly gone ignored – which was to say she had noted it had been given, then how little she gave a damn. Really, if people thought facial expressions were going to sway her at all then they needed to be more inventive. And make them explode or something. She'd pay to see that. She'd then pay again for photographs of the looks on the faces of any other witnesses. “So your panties can remain untwisted.” Unless she'd already managed to get them into a knot without Delta really noticing. Perhaps it was a default setting.
Pretty? Delta had heard a lot of words used to describe herself, and those that weren't meant to be insulting were usually a variant of 'hot'. Some people might have counted 'pretty' as one of said variants, but she wasn't one of them. To her the word was... girly. Which, yeah, she realised sounded kind of stupid, but that was how she saw it so everyone else who questioned her opinion could get bent. “Taking time out before work and avoiding the pool table before I hustle away my shift,” she stated with half a shrug, tucking the cigarette into the corner of her mouth and rummaging through her pockets for her compact. It didn't matter that she had only come out for a smoke, she wasn't going anywhere if she eyes started fucking up. Ah, no. That's on the night stand too. Shit. “What's a skinny chick like you doing in here? Other than entering.” Again, a self-satisfied smirk pulled at the corners of her lips. Delta couldn't quite help herself, but then it was easier when she was talking to the likes of Bianca and their bloodline left them with some kind of understanding. Everyone else tended to be there for her amusement.