Like this, Bobby can only sense Kofuku as a girl, and not a god. There might be some little tug at the back of her mind, but no more than that. What she does notice is the kerfuffle at the register that starts almost as soon as the girl arrives. It's probably coincidental.

She has halfway decent taste in fashion, or at least what works for her. Bobby wanders closer, glancing over the racks as she examines a blouse.

"That's a lovely dress," Bobby comments lightly, smiling. "It compliments your hair. You should try it on and see how it fits."