Kaylee laughs and mimes a curtsey. "Xièxie nĭ, good sir," she says, with more than a hint of giggle in her voice. "I don't know about it bein' great, though. I like most folk. Just friendly that way."

She pauses. "'Course, most folk I know ain't like you. You could live all posh in the city and you ain't, and that's somethin'."