She shakes her head. He's entirely right about that. "Human nature just doesn't make any sense."

She takes a drink of her caffeinated syrup and alternates with the popsicle. It's turning her lips dark red. "So, you got friends here already? That's good. What's your story, who are they, spill some names."

It sounds like, and is, good-natured chatter, not predatory probing.