"You're being a bit contradictory," she informed him with a smile. "Don't trust strangers, trust you ..." she trailed off as she pushed her hair back; some of it was slipping out of the band she had it up in. She should redo it, she supposed, but she could catch that later.
She nearly continued with a joke about mixed signals, which she might have if he weren't such a stranger and she had a better idea of how he'd take it. She really didn't want her mouth to get her into any trouble -- it had the bad habit of doing that on occasion -- and trouble came in so very many forms.
She had to caution herself that just because she'd survived this long unscathed didn't mean she knew everything about this place or its people. It was a different time, and as far as she could tell, a different reality, and she really should mind her step. So she waved off the attempt at humor before she forked off the tip of the slice of pie while waiting for the ice cream.