"What sort of tea is that?" Yet another thing she had not experienced. He had a good laugh and that chuckle as well. It was comfortable, easy, things Selene could learn to be. She felt more relaxed right now, he was easy to talk with.
The statement about nuns made her laugh nearly hard enough to expel the fresh swallow of beer out her nose. Selene gaurded her mouth and nose with her hand and chuckled. If ever there was a horrible thought to have it was about nuns wearing leather. Too bad she had those guns strapped to her thighs, what the leather coat was hiding would make any nun find her nearest priest.
Holding up three fingers she gained her composure. "Three. Redneck? I assure you, although I have no adversion to the sun, my skin remains this..." She held her hand out. "Well...it isn't really a color...it is like the complete and totally lack of it. You can try though."