Zoe didn't look to be bothered, by the approach, the laugh, or the haughty demeanor. In fact, she just bit into her doughnut and chewed methodically, pausing only to take a sip of coffee. Of course, anyone who knew the Amazon might guess that Zoe didn't care for the haughtiness, reminded her too much of the idiot Alliance types. Then again, she'd seen a few of the haughtier Independent fighters cowering in a trench during heavy fire.
There was a glance over at the Executioner, the name still bothered Zoe. She supposed it could be worse. Rather than answering the question, Zoe just bit into the doughnut again and chewed. It was rude, yes, but it kept her from saying something. Then again, Zoe wasn't usually the one known for saying something; she was usually the one saving the ass of the one who usually said something.