[Laura lurches to a step and looks back with equal parts confusion. He seems like a face she'd seen, somewhere far, far away. A face in, a crowd, in a dream — that kind of intangible, impossible evidence that is easily discarded, because they clearly have never met before in her life. And how would he? She'd been locked away for most of her life.
'A Reaver, maybe?' she considers. If she is somewhere in North Dakota or Canada, maybe that would make the most amount of sense... Instead of answering him, she quickly wanders in ahead of him, tugging her jacket more securely around her. The man at the counter gives her and the other guy a passing glance — perhaps thinks they're daughter and father, maybe? Either way, he pays her little mind.
As he goes, Laura patrols the aisles. Logan had told her it wasn't okay to steal... not that it particularly discourages her. She knows she just has to be more sneaky about it, less brazen in her ignorance. She offers a side-glance toward the cashier before she swipes a few things into her pockets. A roll of chocolate donuts. A chocolate candy bar. A pack of little pretzels — with chocolate on them. A very distinct the pattern forming here.]
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'A Reaver, maybe?' she considers. If she is somewhere in North Dakota or Canada, maybe that would make the most amount of sense... Instead of answering him, she quickly wanders in ahead of him, tugging her jacket more securely around her. The man at the counter gives her and the other guy a passing glance — perhaps thinks they're daughter and father, maybe? Either way, he pays her little mind.
As he goes, Laura patrols the aisles. Logan had told her it wasn't okay to steal... not that it particularly discourages her. She knows she just has to be more sneaky about it, less brazen in her ignorance. She offers a side-glance toward the cashier before she swipes a few things into her pockets. A roll of chocolate donuts. A chocolate candy bar. A pack of little pretzels — with chocolate on them. A very distinct the pattern forming here.]