Slugs, in Georgie's honest opinion, weren't on par with Wheelie Francis but where her wrinkled nose lasted a second, she shrugged at the pretty girl's opinion, but maintained to herself that slugs weren't that pretty. Darkly so or otherwise. "He might whether we say it or not, really."
Georgie, too, akined the hearing of lots of things to drug use and then remembered she hadn't so much as smoked a spliff since she'd gotten here, which made her sigh in utter sadness. As if on cue, Wheelie Francies let out a disgruntled sound, between a whine and a moan. Georgie nodded. "Yeah, same."
Unsure whether or not Lisa was asking her or the man, Georgie didn't answer right away, snorting at the man's refusal to walk further into the room. Then, finally, "And I'm Georgie. Nice to make your acquaintance, I'm sure Wheelie Francis feels the same. Even if he's a bit grumpier and more vocal than usual today."