His only response to her assertion that he would love a pair of shoes was an unconvinced grunt. Fortunately the waitress saw fit to intervene with their food, or else the silence might have begun to extend into uncomfortableness, although admittedly no silence was uncomfortable to Bourne, seeing as how it was what he preferred.
After making a noise that sounded like it might have been "thank you," he dug into his meal, taking a sip of his coffee (black) before attacking both fries and burger as if it were the first meal he'd eaten all day. Unsurprising; as he thought about it, it might very well have been.
When the silence was again punctured by yet another question, Bourne glanced up disinterestedly, grunting again in slight irritation before chewing enough so he could swallow and answer. Because she probably wouldn't leave it alone and he'd better answer if he didn't want to end up answering a worse question. "Not much to tell. Bartholomew's a nerd, works with the computers mostly but gets taken out sometimes if he's been good, as long as he promises to stay on the leash. Which he usually doesn't." He scowled in obvious annoyance about it before continuing. "Then there's Sawyer. She's actually pretty good, real professional."