Girls like it when you interrupt them to save your own reputation, Dave knows girls very well. Admittedly he suddenly feels he could stand to listen to her a little more, considering the fact that he's never met someone with an accent like hers before. He's familiar with it through TV alone, in person it's kind of. Well. It adds to her image.

"Right, I get it now." Sort of. "So why did you stop being a party girl? Did you join a nunnery?" Then something clicks with him and he squints. "Are you from here? Like. Natively. No offence."