Wow, yeah, she was young. Young enough that it might appear odd for her to be chatting with him if anyone cared enough to give them more than a passing glance. She's said 'neat' which was not a word Crowley used in his vocabulary. At least not in that context. Neat in the sense that something was orderly, sure. His flat was neat. His car was never anything but neat. But himself... he would never say it was 'neat' to meet someone.
Neat was just too whimsical a word when used in that sense and Crowley was not one who generally gave in to whimsy. Though, he the corners of his mouth did turn up slightly. She thought his way of being who he was was cool. To Crowley, it was just the way things were. He never gave it much thought outside of the fact that it was what it was. But he supposed to an outsider it was... 'cool.' Especially when that outsider had some demon blood herself.
He shook her hand lightly, and got the distinct impression that there were other questions she wanted to know. There was opportunity here. Opportunity to mold, to meld. To model her into being better at what at least half of her blood was. It would give him something to do, if she fell into step. At least make sure she was adept at defending herself in case that demon hunter came around. He didn't seem the discriminating or the type to be logical.
“You are aware there are demon hunters here, right?” He asked as he let go of her hand. “It might be a good idea to...” Crowley slid his sunglasses off and on, then back off again. “Just to be safe.”