Andrea frowned for a moment. Who didn't like ... ohhh. Right. She remembered some mention about pigs blood somewhere, from Andrew probably. Kid was a fountain of information. And kid was used very loosely since he wasn't all that younger than she was. "You want blood then?" She was presceptive like that. "Butcher's un culo, isn't he? Well, come along then." She said picking up her pace. There were moments when Andrea spoke in fragments. Actually there were a lot of moments when she did, more than the usual person. Why waste words when you could just say it? Though she could ramble, and rant definitely rant, with the best of them she was concise. Or she tried to be. But sometimes that probably ended up being vague.
She picked up her pace slightly and walked towards the grocery. It should be closing about now, but she had peoples. A slight grin, unknowingly curved her face. People. Her. Huh. Who would have ever thought it.
Andrea chose to ignore his first comment. Not many could break her and even if they could, doubtful she'd ever let the fear show. Instead she said, "Ew. I don't want plenty of blokes to enjoy me. Or my ice cream."