[Whoa. Those sure are some table manners. Or rather, those sure aren't any table manners, none at all. Maybe she was just hungry, but at the same time, the kid seems to be from a... difficult sort of place.]

Why're you called runners? Do you actually run places?

[Sitting back a bit, she crosses her legs, as if she were chatting with an adult over wine.] If the city's so bad... well, wouldn't everyone leave? Or are they stuck?