If it hadn't been for all her time dealing with purebloods--most notably, all that time she thought Tybalt had hated her, when he had forced himself to--Toby would have been annoyed by that grimace. She would have taken it as a pureblood's distaste changeling, if nothing else. But right now especially, she had way bigger concerns.

The fact he was wearing leather pants didn't hurt. Just because she was kind of a taken woman now didn't mean she couldn't still appreciate a guy in leather pants.

"It is never too early for coffee. Or too late." She said, completely serious. She was pretty sure if there had been a coffee fae, that would be part of her blood by now. She lets out a heavy sigh when he says he saw makers. "Oh, sweet T--" she stops 'Titania' from coming out. "...thanks," she says, even though that word is so difficult for her since it's a forbidden in Faerie. She laughs shakily at his warning. "I think I can manage cleaning them out. Because believe me, no one wants to deal with me if I haven't had at least two cups of coffee."

She tries to smile as she heads towards the makers. At least his question is pretty easy to answer, since it's only about a quarter of a lie. "Nice to meet you Vex. I'm from San Francisco. If that...means anything." It might not, here. She's too non-caffeinated to think about that too hard.