I don't charge, [ she says, to the boy wearing sunglasses at night. The tune of her guitar actually changes with that train of thought to the classic 80's hit. It's a smooth transition. She's better than your average deadbeat dudebro playing half-composed songs in the park to pick up chicks, that's for sure. ]

So if you wanna', like, stop being Creepy McGee and hang out a little closer it's cool with me.

[ Her eyes drift up from the instrument now, falling on John where he's trying (and failing) to hide. Being Enhanced didn't give her heightened senses like others. No, she's just become a lot more aware of her surroundings in the last few years because of it. Kind of have to be, when anti-enhanced sentiment seemed to be at an all-time high. ]

I even take requests!