She's a teenager. Height jokes are bottom tier when it comes to being mean.

She's quiet as she accepts the drink that finally arrives, cupping it between both hands. "Sort of thought they would be more like, uh, loners. Not stickin' together." She cocks her head to the side. "Didn't think they were all that loyal to each other."

"Grudges?" Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. No, of course no one had told her anything. Maybe she should have tried the smart thing and researched a little more before bullying her uncle into moving. And here she'd been so sure that London would be better than home. "Yeah. I think I'd like to hear what's goin' on. I don't want part in any trouble I ain't forced to be in."

She takes a step toward the door, stops and gestures for him to lead.