There's an almost entirely unconscious rolling of her eyes as she shifts, giving the shoes another examination from another angle in the mirror. It's part of being a sibling, she's fairly certain; a chronic inability not to let her eyes roll.

It's a serious condition. Seriously.

"Probably not. Besides, you probably wouldn't be overly fond of being hit on by men who think an octpus vulgaris belongs in a pick-up line."