Arching an eyebrow at him, Jaz looked him over carefully. There was something off about this guy, she decided. What it was, she had no clue, but it was definitely something. She smoothed her hair back and tried to discern what, exactly, it was. But nothing came to her.
He called her by her name, when she never recalled actually having given him her name - as a matter of fact, she knew she hadn't - and she had to admit, she was intrigued. Maybe he'd found it on the forums on the PDA. But she doubted it was that simple. "Already ate. But I will take that chat," she said, pausing to rewind to something else he'd said momentarily. "And don't worry. Perverted imagery isn't exactly what comes to mind here," she shook her head. Unless he considered her macing him in the face and kicking him in the groin kinky. In which case, he was an intriguing character. "Blue shoes is a form of address to my shoes. Not me. Were they the only part you wanted to invite here?"