Charlie pulled a double-take at the appearance of the salesperson, her surprise shown quite plainly on her face, which she knew she should have expected. Still, she adjusted well, rolling her shoulders and tilting her head as though in thought.
Most of the bikes in front of her were more leisure vehicles and less the crotch rocket that she already owned. She wasn't one to cling to materialism, though, and doubted she'd ever have the funding much less the desire to purchase a second bike.
"Horrible fuckin' service is what I'd call it," she responded tartly, taking the opportunity to rib him. Maybe she'd pull out the process a little, just for fun, before giving the revelation that he had an ice cube's chance in Hell of getting a sale out of her.
Arms crossed loosely over her chest and her gaze turned to look him over, brows rising a tad in order to show that she found him wanting, though in what aspects were left to him to decide.