[ sometimes. she gets it- a drifter, a mover, someone who doesn't settle. westchester is an interesting place to stay, if only temporarily, but something tells her he has less than normal reasons for choosing Westchester of all places. ]

For work? [ is her first question, even when she has a feeling it's not the answer. ] Or something else? [ she watches him pick up a box of poptarts that she very much left behind for a reason. her face scrunched, looking from the box to him, before huffing out a quiet laugh of her own as she keeps moving on down the aisle.

couple of weeks. that stills her for a moment, frowning mostly to herself. a couple of weeks. what does that mean for her? what does that mean for any of them? she closes her eyes, breathes in once, and then out again before moving to the next shelf.

the it's not so bad here draws her eyes back towards him, looking suspicious. or- maybe not suspicious. incredulous, for sure. ] This isn't so bad? [ she snorts, shakes her head. ] Westchester must've really gone downhill since I last drove through it.