['Bullshit' is a good term for it. Nice and vague, but gets the point across well enough. She's good with that.

One eyebrow quirks forward as she watches him over the rim of the jar she's drinking from, looking over the collection of jars he's brought along with him. He's basically a pro at this, seems like.]

Shit. Don't have to ask me twice.

[Hell, she's all for getting free stuff, especially if it's all going to have this kind of kick to it.]

... thanks.

[In case she hasn't said it yet. She's lost track— it's not a word she utters often, anyway.]

So's it a secret identity kinda thing, or are you used to getting kind of a... [She pauses a moment, frowning as she swallows a little more moonshine and makes a vague gesture with one hand.] You know. Shitty reception from people, for whatever reason.

[She can definitely identify with that second option.]