Glory wouldn't trust anyone as far as she could throw them, and she could throw people pretty damn far. She was someone that at least thought she could take care of herself. In truth, she needed minions to remind her to do things like feed on occasion when she got caught up in things. She could protect herself, but she wasn't terribly great at taking care of herself.
"I'm pretty good at that," she said with a big of a smirk. It was fun that she could move faster than the eye could keep up with. It just always seemed to blow their minds that she moved faster than them. Of course, they should be in awe of her great powers. "You think so?" Glory asked about the shoes. She could use some more shoes. She was woefully lacking. "I'm sure that we can make some sort of trade for it." People worked for trade, right? She'd have to make a list of shoe names so that this kid wouldn't bring her some sad K-Mart knock-offs or anything. She'd likely implant the heel in her forehead for the mistake. "People are easy to scare and send off scurrying like ants. They really can't help it."
Glory was able to take more time with her looks because she didn't have to worry about things like hiding from zombies and running out of food. She could do things like hunt for creature comforts. "Well, I was a ghost, so that might help explain it. Only people with time can still look good, it seems." She then studied her for a moment, trying to see if she was lying to her. She didn't remember her with the Slayer's little gang of miscreants, but it had apparently been a few years, so that didn't mean much. "You might still be able to help me out," Glory mused. "It's all a matter of figuring out how to get what we both want."