"Thanks." It's simple enough, and lighthearted as she laughs, pulling her vest and shoes on and the thigh holster with knife--she doesn't go anywhere without something that could function as a weapon. (And she figures she might as well collect all her shit before she walks out his door.)

Then again, she can use a barstool as a weapon, she usually she's safe. "Lead away," she smiles. "People know you around here?" she questions.