Jaz felt the eyes on her before she heard the words. She had no dillusions of being unattractive or anything - no, she actually knew quite the contrary to be true. Thus, she'd learned the difference between a power-appraising stare and a cute-girl-appraising stare. This? It felt like both. She was content to keep on going, let the guy stare, but when he spoke, she turned.
'Blue shoes?' Really? Arching an eyebrow upward, she turned her head and looked at whoever had used such a horrid, horrid pick-up line (or maybe it wasn't a pick-up line, and he was just into offering breakfast to random strangers in blue shoes).
"I was taught better than to accept meals from strangers, thanks," she said, giving him a wry smirk as she looked him over. She got a weird feeling from him. It wasn't her normal vamp weird feeling, and nowhere near as weird as the feeling she'd gotten when Judas had contacted her, but it was weird, no less. "Especially not ones who can't come up with better lines than 'blue shoes,'" she quipped. Because really, he'd have to do better than that.