Fred blinked, stepping out of the way. Well, that woman was a little rude; it wasn't like Fred could take up that much space - and the woman was..little, for the most part. The Texan shook her head and, with determination, headed in. She'd faced demons and vampires; what could this rude person do? Other than make her feel very much less than.
"S-sorry, just...they're pretty, aren't they? And I wasn't droolin' on the glass. I don't drool." Well, she wasn't going to add that she didn't drool when she was awake and very far from tacos or pancakes.
Stepping in and to the side, Fred paused to think of what she should do next. She had to make a game plan, and she really wasn't sure what would look good on her or not.
"Well, gotta start somewhere, I guess," said to no on in particular, as she stepped up to a rack with garish red dresses better suited for bridesmaid torture than a night at the ballet.