She winces a bit and sighs. Oh great. And he's flirting. Didn't he say something 'bout a family? Perv. She's tired of these assholes playing to the wolf stereotype. She sighs and shakes her head, pulling up another soft smile for him. "We're fine, thanks." She finishes her negotiations with the vendor and finalizes the sale, ending up paying 20 credits for a fair sized basket, down from 35. Of course, the humans were easy sometimes, if you're a furred woman. She watches the man carefully as the girl Lola steps up to him. She doesn't trust him...then again, she doesn't trust most folks these days.