Myra rolled her eyes at him at the face he made. "Doesn't phase me," she said with a smirk. "That's the same look that Jacob gives me. I've developed an immunity to it...
After that things sort of went slightly screwy... he was going a mile a minute. She heard something about coffee and a Spyder - the car - something she had to see and then something about a funny noise and then what her shoe size was.
"Okay, okay," she said stopping with her hands up. "Stop." she said pausing. "And slow down." She laughed. "Coffee is always good," she started answering the questions in order. "I can take a look at the car if you want... you might have a misalighnment or need a little lubrication on the axel and who said anything about me going on the ice... I used to take lessons but that's back when I was six!"