So that's how he wanted to play this. Fine. Glam didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when she'd never even said 'boo' this guy. (At least, she didn't think so.) She debated briefly whether or not to just pick out her things, pay, and leave, but then thought, 'Screw it'.

Clutching her records and CD's, she marched right over, stopping in front of him and tilting her head. "You sound like one of Metal's kids," she said, with no preamble whatsoever.