He glances down at the crude prosthetic she's wearing, and then back up at her face. "Kind of get the feeling you'll do more than yell," he ventures.

He steps back too-- no, wait, he retrieves the fucking ticket first, then steps back. "Well, since I can't just give you my cookie for this--" He gestures at himself. "Like I said, I'm Devero; he/him pronouns, please." It's so weird to say that part out loud. Anyway. "Who are you?"