She raises an eyebrow at him, only very mildly alarmed that a barefoot teenage boy half her size is showing off in skintight clothing in front of her, a woman well into her thirties twenties. What's he trying to do, get her to buy him a six-pack? Deflect from the fact that he's dressed like a backup dancer in a 90's music video?

She goes back to what she's doing.

"Whatever, circus freak." Another chain link goes and her grin gets somewhat maniacal.

"What is that, some kind of disease? You're not going to show me your sores, are you? Because I am not interested."