She couldn't fight the grin that easily worked it's way home. One brow quirking upward as he complemented her boots. That was the least likely thing she would have guessed he would say. She glanced down at the thick souls. What did one say in response to a complement like that?
She cast a glance over him, her eyes catching onto the holster at his waist. With a tilt of her head she evaluated the weapon. "Nice gun." It was the best response she could come up with. Having such little contact with humans. Though it was not said without a little grin, simply to leave him questioning if she was really complementing his weapon or not.
She wondered if she should surprise him by showing her claws now, or if it would be better to wait. The choice would be his, if he questioned her then it would be simple.