Roxy jumped and looked up, a deer in the headlights look on her face. Then almost immediately she's plastering on a smile, but this one is...strained. It's probably work for a normal man, but for someone like Florida, it would be fairly obvious.

"Hello Mister Florida," she greeted cheerfully and looked down at the cookie. She stared at it for a few moments, some confusion mixing with the smile before something clicks. "This is for me?" An honest, if slightly more befuddled than necessary, question.