Her mouth dropped open in an exaggeration of shock. "Just shoes? Alex!" she cried, throwing a hand over her heart in faux despair. "Shoes say a lot about a person," she continued, leaning in as if confiding some deep secret with him. "Even beyond what you might assume in regards to how well people dress up. Shoes speak of confidence, ability, monetary status...they speak even before the person does." She leaned back again, nodding slightly to herself. "You'll definitely have to come by," she said emphatically. "I'll get you your first pair on the house. I guarantee you'll like them, if not love them."
The waitress was back again now, sliding two plates of food in front of the agents. Sydney smiled up at her again, chirping a "Thank you!" as the woman continued on her way, before picking up the ketchup bottle and squirting some ketchup onto her plate. "So, tell me about the others," she said, referring now to their coworkers at the Agency.