[Susan doesn't seem as sympathetic, though maybe she should be.]

Aye? Ye think it's your customers she'd eat, when ye're the one being an ass?

[She curls her lip, mirroring his expression. She probably shouldn't be picking fights - after all, she's not exactly likely to win them, just yet - but after a lifetime of watching men throw their weight around, it's hard not to give in to the temptation to throw a little back.]

If ye'd half an ounce of sense, ye'd ken she'll not start changing for a month or more, anyroad. Ye see fog anywhere?

No mames, asshole. Move your ass.