At the sound of a voice, Maeve shifts her gaze from the window, finding a young woman speaking to her and then she looks back at the clothes on display. Her shoulders lift in a shrug inside her leather jacket -- and it's a relief she at least carried this and her combat boots and jewelry into Darrow with her -- and she lets out a sigh.

"Know of any better places?" she asks. "Pretty sure the Home isn't going to give me enough allowance to head straight into the mall for a whole new wardrobe."

And she doesn't need a lot. Just some basics. Just something other than the ill-fitting shit she's wearing now.