The blue haired woman tilts her head curiously. "Yer awful familiar." A pause. "Mmmmm. Do ya hang around my brotha'?" She gestures to about the same height as John himself, and ruffles where hair would be. "Yay high, constantly crackin' jokes, blue eyes, dirty blond hair, always inna trench coat... Looks a lot like you actually!" [Justine]
A blonde eyebrow climbs higher and higher as the woman keeps rambling. John has never seen her in his life, and he is very sure of it because he never forgets a pretty face...and she is pretty, despite the far too outgoing attitude.
Besides, the dark blue hair tends to be eye-catching.
"Do yeh always walk up to strangers who are tryin' to enjoy a bloody bevvy in peace n' chat 'em up like they were yeh oul mates?" He asks, choosing to ignore her question. "Or am I gettin' a special treatment?"
There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he doesn't look too annoyed. Confused and, perhaps, a little intrigued.
"Soz, luv, dunno yeh brother. I dun 'ang out wit' folks who looks too much like me. It tends to lead to...ah, inconvenient situations."
Meaning that the unfortunate doppelgangers get dragged into the troubles who are constantly following him around. If he chooses to associate with someone who shares his looks it's usually because he is purposefully trying to take the heat off himself by throwing someone else under the bus.
"Since we're 'ere, tho...wants a drink? Me treat. N' maybe yeh can tell me yeh name while we're at it."
