[She glares after him. She's not often called a "lady", and part of her appreciates it, but part of her is also very confused at his whole... everything. And thus, suspicious.
So after she watches him leave, she carefully exits as well, sparing the person at the counter no second glance.
She doesn't notice him once she's outside, too preoccupied with feeling the metal rat in her pocket to look around too closely.]
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So after she watches him leave, she carefully exits as well, sparing the person at the counter no second glance.
She doesn't notice him once she's outside, too preoccupied with feeling the metal rat in her pocket to look around too closely.]