Guy smirked at her attitude. He remembered being around that age, a time when he was brimming with defiance. With a lack of authority figures to direct it at, he projected it at the world at large, deciding that if nature wanted to kill him it was certainly welcome to try.

It was during that time that he'd earned his stripes and figured out all the little tricks to thrive instead of just survive.

Basically, he liked the cut of her jib, despite not knowing what a jib even was.

"Is there any melon up there? Feel free to join the party, by the way. I like meeting new people. I just don't feel like doing it out there."