Oh, he laughed! Finley didn't really remember enough of what she said to know what was so funny, but his laugh had a nice sound to it and made her want to do the same. Except, if he was laughing at her then she had to take that personally! So she scowled, half-hearted as it was, and shrugged her shoulders. At least he wasn't glaring and trying to man-handle her. She absolutely couldn't stand when men thought they were capable of restraining her or besting her in anyway. She was loudmouthed and that often got her into trouble, but she always made sure that she could take care of herself whenever things got too heated or physical. Maybe that was what had attracted her to becoming a cop, really being able to stand on her own two feet and take care of herself. Well, she wasn't really doing such a great job of standing on her feet at the moment. The floor kept trying to spin and slip out from under her.
"Ugh," she groaned hearing the word 'miss' spill out from his lips. "Stop with the Miss thing already. I'm not a teacher or a nun by any stretch of the imagination." She stumbled a little, tripping over her own feet, but she caught her balance with some help of the wall and slid out an arm to steady herself, brushing her fingertips along the textured surface of the paneling. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she mumbled when he mentioned the phone-lines. "S'bullshit," she rolled her head over to look at him as she bitterly spoke. "Should probably see about that. Get a new carrier or something. I'm Finley." No Detective McKnight; she was very much off duty at the moment. Which meant it was probably a good thing that she left her gun locked away in her room. "Yeah, fine. Walk away. Don't know what you're going to listen to, though. No troubles here, just irritated with being here. I'm perfectly fine." She blinked lazily at him and as if on cue, she tripped again, this time stumbling into him.