Maeve wonders how that works, how it's decided who gets to show up where. She would have liked to have not shown up in a shop, her face streaked with tears, but it isn't as if anyone asked what she preferred when she was pulled out of her admittedly messy life.

"Sounds like a rough landing," she says as she pulls out a few shirts she likes the look of, then a pair of black jeans that are cheap and look like she can cut into a good pair of shorts.