At that she scoffed, "What if I was, ya worried?" More shit stirring than taunting, if he thought she was casing the joint not only were there bigger fish to fry but she only stole when she had to. If he just thought she was just strange... Well he wasn't wrong, "Aw what a damn disappointment, here I thought the ten year crusted grease and methhead spit added that extra kick." alright so that may have been reaching since she hadn't been to that place yet but she had definitely lived in a town with a similar place that did, in fact, suffer meth related fires.
It didn't help that mister grumpy wheels apparently brought out her shit talking side. Go figure.
She took another drink of coffee as if she was considering her come back carefully which was unfortunately not the case, she had a bad habit of letting her mouth get away from her. The man's hint of a begrudging smile and indulgence of her wasn't helping either, “What is so fine,” The syllables were softened and drawn out by a little extra drawl that was more backwater than southern belle, “and artisimal about this place that you think you can make slime appetizing?” It was quite possible that one of those words would never be seen in a dictionary and just as likely that she didn't give two shits.
Briar sat up from her minor slouch and straightened her shoulders. Not that it did much good, she was short and no amount of dignity or proper posture could hide that there were some amusement park rides out of bounds to her. So she gave up, took another drink of coffee and huffed, “My name isn't Lady, Mister it's Briar, like oh no don't throw me into the Briar patch!” Like her parents were donkeys is what her tone said, it was a wonder she was as social as she managed with them having part in her raising.
Hey he was starting to relax, maybe a cattle prod attachment for his wheelchair was still in the future! He honestly seemed the type to be delighted by such a thing deep down, maybe it would help him relax.