"Good choice." He lets the kid look for a moment before turning to peer at her, white scarred eye and all. "Rude."

That's it. No poking, no glaring, just a peer and a word. Come on, kid, you gotta know better than that. "Not my problem after I finish my job. They take their files and photos and go wherever. They do whatever they're gonna do, I take my money and go get more parts for my bike."

Or beer.

Or go to a strip club but, yeah, not saying that in front of the kid.