There's a brief moment as she frowns a little at the description, and then realisation dawns on her as she freezes, her eyes widening slightly. Oh. Oh, she knows who he's talking about. Him. She hadn't gotten his name. He'd been hanging around watching her, which she hadn't minded at first, and then... well, it hadn't been a nice conversation.

"We've... met." Her own voice is hushed. There's a long pause before she adds, a little tentatively. ".... I don't like him."

It feels like a terrible thing to admit, to actively admit dislike of someone. And she feels a little shame for it. Upset flashes over her face, clearly uncomfortable. He's not to be trusted.