[Shinjiro happens to be nearby as Ellie’s realizing the dilemma of needing to pay for things rather than scavenge or steal them, eyebrows slowly traveling up his forehead more visibly than usual since he doesn’t have a beanie to hide under anymore. His own basket is significantly more modest, just a few basic cooking ingredients and spices. He’d avoided the idea of getting work at first, not wanting to “settle down” here, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. But ultimately you’ve got to eat, so he’d gotten himself a part time job at a local cafe after a few days. Surprisingly easily, really, considering he’s a surly, scruffy looking guy whose resting bitchface carries the look of risking being punched in the face for approaching.]

...Geez, you stockin’ up for an apocalypse, or what? [He looks over the nearly full cart, expression revealing more and more “yikes” as she goes on.]

The prices’re on the shelves, but you ain’t gonna be able to pay for even half of that.