In Charlie's mind, anyone who was going to buy a bike shouldn't necessarily skimp on the price; you were getting what you paid for, after all. Her own Suzuki had cost a pretty penny, but she found it well worth the price every time it handled a curve smoothly, or kicked up to an appropriate speed when she was on the freeway. But all she was doing was nitpicking, wasting this guy's time because she found it fun for no reason other than she had nothing else to do at that present moment.
"Just thinkin' about the Harley selection down over at EagleRider - plus they got the parts and the mechanics who know what they're doin'; what about yer place? I s'pose I'd have to go elsewhere to get repairs an' shit." The crude language slipped in there unconsciously - Charlie was just born inappropriate, as some would say, but it never bothered her at all. She continued to watch him with a sour face, obviously not pleased at all by what she was being told, despite the fact that Idris was doing all he could to make her happy. Small chance of that happening, except maybe for him to grow upset and explode in her face. For some odd reason, she always found it hilarious when people went off the deep end because of things she said.