She took in a sharp, sudden breath that made her squeak rather loudly when there was suddenly a voice... A voice that could apparently at least hear the argument. No, maybe she had said something and hadn't realized it. Sometimes she spoke to her spirits without thinking about it and it made her look crazy. But Dorcas didn't exactly mind.
Peering out from underneath her hat at the man who spoke, she sort of shrank into the bench a little more like she was trying to blend in like a chameleon. "I d-d-don't know what you're talking about," damn, she'd stuttered. Yeah, let's show that social ineptitude right off there.
What the hell did this old dude want? Think of him as a customer at the store and you can get through this, Dorcas. "Can I help you with something, sir?" That's better. Good job.