Sarita frowned slightly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear careful of the pencil. She sighed noticing his was directly in her way. She had no chances of getting passed him, especially as small as she was. Unless she ducked under one of his arms or something, she was stuck there.
"Where would you get the idea I'm from a farm? No, Phil, I do not have a chicken, nor am I from a farm," She stated clearly and slowly just in case he was having issues. She crossed her arms keeping her sketchbook tight against her. Phil had this way of grating her nerves and making her nervous all at the same time. Why? She had absolutely no idea.