"Do you think I'm like, a native who fawns over imports or whatever? Cause I'm not. But even if I was, you shouldn't act like the dick of the high horse parade," she replies, disgust contorting her features some. "Yeah, you seem like the sort of dude who finds shit like this fascinating." She imitates his voice and delivery of the last word. "Wasn't dragged or forced to do shit; that wouldn't go over so well for whoever tries." She isn't going to explain why she's there - cause fuck, it isn't any of the dude's business - but she's very obviously alone, without a companion. She's come of her own (resistant) volition.