George stiffened slightly at the question. Her eyes widened and her brow furrowed a bit. She caught her own reflection - God, did un-George's eyes really get that big? She looked like a chihuahua. On crack. - before glancing past the image of not-her to the other girl. "Huh?" she asked.
Smooth, George. Real smooth. Maybe for your next trick you can form a coherent sentence so she doesn't think you're completely unhinged.
Slowly turning to face the other girl, she studied her for a second as she tried to figure out what she meant. Finally, at a loss for anything else to say, she answered slowly, "Um... the Starbucks line?"
That... wasn't much better, but it was the best she could manage when put on the spot and really, really confused. Hey. No one ever said she was eloquent. Or if they did, they didn't know her very well.