"Oh. Logan." Relieved as she is, it also sounds like she was expecting to come face-to-face with a plastic figure rather than a real individual. "I'm alright. It's just..."

She peers back to double check one of the window displays. All hopes are quickly dashed as the face staring back at her hasn't changed. She retreats back and focuses in on him instead. "The mannequins. They all... look like someone. From home." As by this point in their journey it seems redundant to gloss over whatever weirdness is taking place.

Then she frowns, concerned. "Are you okay?" Given the sunglasses and skulking, perhaps he's experiencing the same thing.