She glances aside to meet his eyes and his smile, and then has to look away to keep from smiling herself. It would be too quick, natural and genuine, and it would mean that she'd already sacrificed what control over this meeting she holds.

"Rich." Like you must be, driving a car like this. "Got it." She rolls her window down as the car starts to move, feeling the slight breeze on her tired face, taking out her ponytail. Maybe if her hair is ruffled up a bit by the wind it won't looks so sad and disgusting.

"...how do you know I'm a Numbered? I'm not one of those who's always on TV or building towns or fighting monsters. I tend to live a pretty quiet life, actually."