She props her elbow against the bar and rests the side of her head against one loosely closed fist. This guy is a strange one, that's for sure, but he's the kind of character she can get used to hanging around. Irreverent without being so chauvanistic that she wants to punch him somewhere delicate.

Hell, if he even has anywhere delicate to push. Something to put on the docket to ask later, perhaps.

"Sure, hit me with it."