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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Slipping her hands into her pockets allowed her to ignore the handshake - less because it was a trivial social action and more because she simply did not like to be touched. The smooth talking made her roll her eyes in amusement though - she was pretty familiar with people who were used to getting their way demanding that something be a particular way. Plenty of such customers were present at the malls she supervised in her security capacity. It was just funny to her that this guy was doing everything in his power to kiss ass. She'd had similar brain-wash training in the Corp, but even then she'd rarely ever paid respect to others, let alone her superior officers. Charlie took a few steps away from the salesman - Idris, but she was never good with names to begin with - instead choosing to circle the bikes as though she were actually interested in buying one of them.

"They ain't bad lookin', that's for sure. Ain't been much for leisure bikes, though," she continued, this time forgoing the language in exchange for a simple sentence that conveyed her lack of surety in purchasing a bike from his lot. She'd gotten her own bike from a dealership that catered to motorcycles specifically; not that there was anything wrong with getting a bike from a car dealership, it was just that they generally didn't have half the knowledge of a motorcycle dealership. Her gaze flicked to Idris once more.

"An' these are more expensive than I've seen other places. You guys do price matching?"