[ Like with the first statement, he balks, the look of disgust flickered across his face yet again. Silco, after all, was a man of distinct opinions about such things, and this was one of many. He didn't like that, disapproved, even, but more than that, he knew the tone.

She might not be as... excitable, as the person he'd mistaken her for (read: insane) but she was every bit a teenager as well, and Silco could only lift his only real eyebrow. ]

Obstinate.

[ He says. He doesn't deign her with a response to her fighting back. After all, he'd meant it when he'd said he didn't really care if she believed him or not. after all, her opinion didn't really matter to him, now that he'd realized she wasn't who he thought she was.

Trick of the light. How often had that happened recently? ]

A small word to the wise, hm?

When in Kowloon, it is best to read your surroundings a little more carefully. It is not for those who refuse to look carefully.