First he's shocked that she can talk at all, and now he acts as if she doesn't understand basic idiom. Condescension is a poor social lubricant, but Quintet is already feeling pretty uncharitable. After all, it's never a good feeling when you try, really try, not to immediately assume someone is behaving in a given manner out of some bent-minded sense of racism...

...only for them to instantly turn around and confirm the opposite to be true.

"Well, you talk," She replies, flatly annoyed. Teleport her to another universe, set her on some high and mighty quest to the stars, and what does she find, first thing? A bigot. Of course, "Look, apology accepted, let's never speak of this again. Goodbye."

And she turns to leave at a cat's ground-eating trot. She may not know where she's going, but since wherever it is, it isn't here...she's absolutely going there in a hurry.