She's really not doing much to dissuade him of the impression he's got that she's only about fourteen or so. Tiny little big-eyed waif, she looks like one of those china dolls that old ladies keep in cabinets in their parlors. She'd hardly make a meal if he chose to feed off of her. "You sure? It's not like I've got anythin' better t'do with my evenin'." He really doesn't, which is either a testament to level of time-management skills or the pathetic state of his life in general.

"I'm Cooper." Since they're too far apart to properly shake hands, he gives her a nod instead. "What do you 'n the rabbit go by?"