"You're a little short for a Hell's Angel," he replied, amusement curling the corners of his lips. Wasn't she mouthy? "And stereotypically women tend to be the smarter sex; don't know if you've heard of skin grafts, but they're not too fun." He changed tack, though his eyes wandered over her form, noting the scars and pieces of tattoo that slithered over her skin and under what few clothes she was wearing. "You look like you're trying hard, though. You just come from a bar, too?"