It all happened in the way some things do. Too fast for anyone to really react to them fully until it's already done. A burrito lying on the ground, the words, "Shit, Blue!," having slipped automatically out of Ciara's mouth the moment she saw the foil wrapped meal begin it's descent. Immediately, her eyes swung to his, her body tensing because - damn it! - she hadn't meant to call him Blue, hadn't meant to reveal she knew who he was on the off chance it was the sort of thing he wouldn't want brought up. At least not yet, not until she could get a better read on whether he recognized her, which she'd been doubting.
To cover it, Ciara knelt to grab the burrito, still safely wrapped in the foil. No harm done, really. Rather than wait for Blue's reaction, she turned sharply, heading back to the counter. Butting in while the man at the register ordered, Ciara gave him a smile that wasn't very sincere and asked for another bag - as she pointed out the one he'd given them had been ripped - before heading back to Blue, hoping he hadn't taken the opportunity to bolt. It would be her lucky, really. Wanting to do something nice for him, only to have her spook him, make him run away short a burrito.
Rejoining him, she held out the bag and burrito, locking eyes with him as her mouth did a little twist. Certainly if he hadn't recognized her before, he now knew she was at least one of the Wonderlands. Whether that meant he'd know it was her, Jack Frost, well... Whatever conclusion he came to, she tried to smile at him in her least threatening way. A 'it's cool, I'll keep your secret, just eat the burritos' kind of way, knowing that the message would get lost in translation.