The look on her face is very clearly "you're joking, right?", mouth pressed into a thin line over teeth that just protrude near where a piercing rests under dark lips. Still, he's...trying. It's all she can really ask.

On a thought, she gestures toward one of the benches, and in a performative manner perches at the end of one, knees together with her hands on top of them, head tilting as she looks up at him. She's teasing him, gently of course.