Kenzi brightens considerably at his agreement and looks like she's two seconds away from swooning and saying 'my hero'.

"Awesome, thanks!"

She doesn't sidle up to him immediately - that'd be too suspicious. Instead she walks in step with him, with about a foot of space between them.

"He gets his junk off Portobello. The guy you were arguing with. Reupholsters it to look old but valuable, does some varnish and boom - jacks up the price a good hundred more than he bought it for."

And while it's intended to earn some interest from him so he won't be paying attention to her slipping her hand in his pocket ... she forgets she just told him she isn't from around here.