Still uncertain, Vanessa nonetheless smiled when the boy said he was just confusing her. "Dude, my confusion level already smashed through the meter a long time ago. You really can't add that much to it." She said this while looking toward the man who was apparently the bartender, judging by his look and the fact that Trey was ordering from him. She was all perceptive like that.
"Errr, anything? Ummm, sure. Wait, you can order a coke here? But this is-- I shouldn't question this stuff. Okay then, Mr. Bartender. How about a root beer, a ham and cheese melt, and french fries, extra salt. Please?"
Waiting until the bartender was gone, she then looked back to Trey. "So people don't trust you because of the future thing? What, like they're afraid you'll change things somehow since you might know what's going to happen or something?"