"You say 'potato', I say 'how about you take a seat over there'. I can take care of myself plenty fine, fuck you very much." And Lia twitches more than slightly at him just airing out her real name like that (not to mention she can't remember the last time she heard someone else say it, which just makes it weird), plus her age. That is just simply not cool.

Her hackles (metaphorical for now) go up, and she's bristling at his... Everything. From him following up on her, thinking she can't handle herself, knowing her name, being here in Chicago, wearing that stupid hat, just. Literally, everything right now is pissing her off.

"I've done pretty damn well for myself so far, and been going that way long before some hick fed decided to start playing Where's Waldo with my life."

She's about to keep laying into him when she finally has it with the schmuck on the ground. To the schmuck not on the ground - "What the actual fuck are you even doing with him?"