"You keep saying that as though it has anything to do with you being my favorite," she told him with a playfully scolding tone, shaking her index finger at him. There had been a time, it seemed, when even making direct eye contact with the Sheriff had dazzled her, as he was truly a dazzling man to behold. Still, years of regular contact had gotten her used to his particular brand of beauty, but it left her no more immune. Sitting there with playful conversation and him looking at her with an intensity she'd never thought to see come across his face left her feeling that initial bout of dazzlement again, and she had to clear her throat before continuing on with her initial, but side-tracked thought.

"A job in security suits you, it's true," she told him with a nod. "I'm sure there will be all sorts of ladies lining up for a bit of search and seizure, should you request it. If they're smart, anyway." She looked around at her surroundings and gave Graham another smile, this one a touch more wry. "I guess waitressing is my calling, too. You know, I always thought I'd get out of Storybrooke and do something far more impressive but... I guess when jumping worlds it's best to stick with what you know, eh?"