She leans over one of the columns outside the gas station, smoking a cigarette despite the warnings clearly visible on them. She thinks of something, before turning her head and glaring at you, before speaking in a cheeky, teasing, and sarcastic tone.

"Uh-huh? What are you looking at, ple-e-eb?"

She giggled in mischief as she now spoke in a teasing tone, like a bully to a child.

"My dress got you starin'? Am i that kind of a beauty you've been longin for?~" She looks at the coffin shaped case on her back, grinning.

"Or you want to see my baby in action, mayhaps?"