Minn didn't understand why the world seemed set on sending her people who liked to try and give her shit.

She just couldn't catch a fucking break. What did this guy want from her? She'd given back the little metallic ...looking... thing... that had actually proven to be an explosive and here he is, critizing her drooling habits instead of just being grateful she hadn't blown them up into ten thousand itty bitty pieces on accident. Her lips pursed in protest, her jaw setting just a little tighter. A barn. Feh. Minn could have easily snapped back, told him no, she hadn't grown up in barn. She'd grown up on the streets. Close enough, you fuck? Barns were for cows and horses, anyways. Not bears, and certainly not her. She'd never even seen one in real life before but television, when available, was great for shit like that. Sometimes there'd even be a broken toy or two of a pig or chicken laying around the garbage in those kid-friendly neighborhoods. Minn never really gave them much thought. The tossed away applesauce, however...

Her nose wrinkled, both elbows coming to rest on the smeared counter top as she looked down at the exploding ball again. Size had nothing to do with potency, huh? Kinda cool. As jerk-ish as this guy was he seemed to know a lot, which was neat, and he hadn't tried to kick her out yet. That was a plus. Besides, it wasn't often she came across something nearly as interesting as a weapon shop in her general day to day life. Still, something seemed a little... fishy. Like he was trying too damn hard to hide shit in plain sight. His shop, the explosive - why? "So what are you, anyways? One of those magician people?" He didn't smell nearly as dangerous as a vampire or Hunter, and though Minn had never personally had anything to do with witches and warlocks it was a half hazard guess she was willing to toss out there. Wait - they were beyond the whole 'there's nothing actually different about me' stage, right? It was going to be awkward if they weren't. He'd pretty much given up that excuse when she'd stumbled across his weapon gold-mine and she'd given it up when she'd decided to spit back up an explosive still in tact.

But no. Instead he has to pick on her again, complaining about the drool and threatening her with the very bomb she'd just eaten. Minn rolled her eyes and pulled her arms away from the counter in order to tug upwards on one of her jacket sleeves, using it to wipe at the counter and clean off the silver colored ball. If she didn't care about actually getting either clean, it certainly showed. It might have turned out better if she hadn't of tried at all. "There. Happy?" She gave him a dull, unamused look before seeming to forget the explosive and the smudged counter all at once as something more interesting seemed to catch her eye behind him. "Hey, what's back there?"

Without much warning she moved towards the only open space between the glass counters and ducked over onto the other side, peering around at the shelves and desks and whatever else might be on her way towards the back room. She couldn't help but poke and prod at everything as she went - touching paper work and picking up small keys and holding them dangerously close to her mouth as she moved along. Minn chewed idly on a key ring as she finally reached the open back door, stopping in the doorway to peer a little inside without actually moving forward. "More guns and swords? What about food?" She asked casually, turning to look back at Jerk-man before frowning a bit when she realized something. "What's your name, anyhow?"