She cocks her head as she looks at him, looking at what he's offering before reaching forward to take one and give it a curious sniff. It smells really delightful, actually, so she happily takes a bite. Food that isn't Hell-sourced is so... flavorful, it's really strange to get used to it. And it's not all warm and sizzling for a change. "It's very good," she murmurs after a mouth full.
"I'm Jezebel. It was rude not to introduce myself before we came inside..." Because obviously that should've been an option before seeking shelter. Priorities.