"Zoe, I'm sorry if this is a weird question to ask but where are you from? You look...very familiar." Which was better than saying you look like a dead ringer for the girl I'm throwing myself at.
"I need to get something for my son, Noah. His mother would kill me if she knew I was doing this, but then again it's not like anything I do makes her happy. So why the heck not right? If the kid wants to be a hero, why should I hinder such a good attitude? Not like he says he wants to blow up buildings one day right?" He asked smiling faintly after laying out his baggage for her to see and poke through.