"What's Iowa got to do with anything?" She looks between them curiously before remembering, "Wait, no. I just came to bring you guys food. Katsuya made pastries and thought you'd like some."

Her nerves are still too raw from confession time with Katsuya to deal with Jim's eyes and smile at the same time, so she's going to look down at the tracksuit idiots. "This is what you get for villains around here? Geez, that's sad. In Manhattan, they wear properly idiotic costumes like real criminals."

Sarcasm is an excellent defense mechanism.