She nods and follows Quentin into the shop, trying to keep her eyes half lidded and lazy looking. She also tries hard not to burst into laughter at the way Quentin shakes his Orange Julius at the clerk.

Roxy shoves one of her hands into the pocket of her leather jacket and strolls past the clerk nonchalantly, sipping at her latte, almost rubbing it in her face that she's also bringing a drink into the store. She joins Quentin at the menswear section and waves at hand at some of the articles of clothing.

"Hnm. I was expecting more."