Jennifer looked over her shoulder not to check to see if he was following - because hello, she was Jennifer Check, of course he was following - but to cock an eyebrow at him and look at him as if he was an idiot. Which he could very well be if he wasn't picking up the implication that she was laying down pretty thick. Then again, not everyone was an eager little hornball like Jennifer. Not everyone thought with their metaphorical dick, though the teenager thought they should because then everyone would be happy from getting laid all the time.
"We'll talk it out when we get to my place, Elf Boy," she said, instead of voicing any of the thoughts milling around in her mostly empty head. Preferably with less clothes... she thought wickedly to herself, with not even the quickly approaching sirens disrupting her mood.
She could sense the beginning of a beautiful friendship in the works. That is, if they didn't end up killing each other.