[Arthur lightly shoves her back without thinking. And then he realizes: GIRL. Time to put his cruise control on cool. He straightens up from his position at the door, then slips into a practiced slouch, shoving his hands in his pockets. What? He doesn't care about anything.]
Oh, relax. I didn't know it was yours. Doubt there's anything I'd want.
[It's probably full of dolls and shit. But! Since she's the only person he's seen who seems to be his age, he doesn't want to instantly and completely alienate her.]
What're you in for, anyway?
[Because he figures this is the world's lamest scared straight program.]
spam;
Oh, relax. I didn't know it was yours. Doubt there's anything I'd want.
[It's probably full of dolls and shit. But! Since she's the only person he's seen who seems to be his age, he doesn't want to instantly and completely alienate her.]
What're you in for, anyway?
[Because he figures this is the world's lamest scared straight program.]