*looks at you for a moment before turning her attention to the perky little brunette asking for her order* *chipperly* Heya, sweetcheeks. Make it a steak salad, rare, heavy on the cucs, and a milk on the side (tall draft, thattagirl). *watches her bounce off* That'd be the brunch special right there.
Anyway. *turns in her seat to eye you shrewdly, dropping her tone further* Pictures, huh?