[Immediately he perks up at her compliment, and it's clear he's just that easy. While he might not be too impressed with how she looks, he can't complain if she's got a working thinkpan in that drab skull of hers!]

And what would you be? Merely a member a' the audience brought here to beholdin' my stunnin' and jaw droppin' existence?

[A pause as he looks at what else in on screen, eyeing the crutch for a moment.]

You some sorta gimp.

[The way it's said is more an accusation, than a question.]