Susan regards him for a long moment, drumming her fingers on the table and idly wondering if she might find a way to make him cry. It's been ever so long since she's truly been in her element, and she would so like to bring Janet a tale of a triumph. In truth, she's a little offended that he seems to be brushing off her genuine and sage advice. She could offer to make it a competition, and come up with a better advertisement than Enjolras and muster a greater crowd, perhaps? But she has no interest in such wastes of time, so she sets the thought aside.

"You haven't got a speck of interest in what attracts people to a space beyond the most central basics, have you?" she asks, curious enough to set aside her idle considerations of sparking some sort of reaction. "No affinity for ambiance or mood."