"Oh. I'll pay cash." Although paying with card meant the chance of being known regardless, the idea of manual entry was a little too much attention paid to her real name and other such details. Particularly if he needed her address. Instead, Ringer slid a couple large notes out and set them on the counter for him. Carrying around 50 and 100 pound notes always made her feel pretentious in a way she wanted to distance from.

"Tense?" This was something she could use. Information. Ringer had been trained up physically from an incredibly skilled hunter. She had a natural talent for shooting and had been playing chess and other such strategy games from a young age. She had the skills and was gaining the resources over time. It was information that the girl still needed most.