"Heck YES!!!" She holds up a little fist for a fist bump at the shared styles. Molly is nothing if not effusively enthusiastic about literally everything, but especially sharing a clothing style with a fun stranger.

"Well, I'm really powerful!!" She flexes. It isn't impressive because her super strength is psionic in nature. "And, I dunno, it just sounds cool to call myself a princess. My parents used to call me princess! And it's two "p"s, which sounds really cool." Why no, a middle school dropout does not know the word "alliteration". But she definitely gets the idea!

Molly starts to dig through the store. Unfortunately, she finds herself near the clearance rack, and an errant shopping zombie far from the pack, the first to discover these deals, is suddenly right there reaching out for the cute hat she's found.

"Giiiiiiive....mmmmeeeeee.....cheap..hat....."

"AAHHHHH ZOMBIE!!!!" Her eyes flare pink, and POW, and suddenly a zombie body shatters the window, flying back most of the length of the mall to land in the main crowd, while Molly stands there, fist still extended. "Um..sorry...I just...I just freaked out..he looked like a zombie...I didn't want to get bitten..." In a small voice, she continues, "pleasetellmehewasarealzombie..."