Bobby turns to glance at her shadow; it snarls silently at the Fool and mimes laughter. She scowls at it, and it isn't entirely faked. "Yeah, it seems like it doesn't really care about the impression it leaves on people," she laments, putting the dress back on the rack. "It's like I've been tagged like a wild animal. Everyone knows I don't belong."

A moment later she smiles apologetically. "Sorry, being here is very strange. I guess 'strange' is normal in a place like this, people coming and going at random. I don't mean to drag down your shopping."