Ever non-judgmental, even if she hadn't liked the other woman's answers for herself wouldn't have thought any less of her for them. In a way though, Gin was her own brand of hell on wheels. At least, that was how she felt sometimes when she talked to Lia which was kind of thrilling. To not be too vanilla. Gin's eyes brightened at the shoes. She liked them a lot, made her plain, nondescript flats pale in comparison. "Nice," she said then shook her head. "Not on me but I do have some at home." She'd still got a bit left from when she'd run by the greenhouse to get it from Skylar the day after she'd met Cody.