Briar shrugged and wondered not for the first time if she had ever run into this man in her birth city. Possibly, but there were a lot of people there and she had some purposeful habits that meant he hopefully wouldn't recognize her if he had.
"You hang around the fancy type, don'tcha'?" She countered smartly head tilted to the side as she raised an eyebrow of her mug, freckles distorted by the frosted glass.
She smirked at that, all cheeky street kid in her face, "I don't know, I'm awful stubborn, you got that kind of tenacity?"