Susan scowls, "I am not. Though you look like someone who could not get a girl if she was blind, deaf, and dead." She smirked at him. "I'll assume you're here for the coal and not a pleasant stroll? If so, it would be great if you could tell me the difference between the inky-black useless rocks and the valuable substance we're searching for. You see, as a poor housewife I don't often have the chance to see the stuff up close. I wouldn't be able to discern its authenticity if it was clutched in my fist." She bats her eyes and rocks on her feet hoping he forgot about the scuffle and she can get some coal before it's gone. She doesn't hear a response, "Hey. What'cha lookin' for, pal?" She taps him on his large shoulder. Susan raises her eyebrows, "You're looking around you frantically. I'm wondering who you're searching for."