It was wise of her to only carry around a limited amount of money; no doubt would he have been suspicious, though, again, it would have merely been an act. He didn't care what she did, or what she wore, or if she had 100 piercings, he didn't care for anything really..but he had to pretend. And that meant he was supposed to act suspicious as to where her monetary funds were coming from if they weren't from him or an actual paying job. "A vegetable soup?" He questioned when she dumped her contents into the cart, another smile on his face. Despite how empty he felt, he couldn't lie about his taste buds. His daughter certainly knew how to cook up anything and everything, and he admired how meticulous she was when it came to cooking, a passion he was sure she would have appreciated had she known how meticulous he was during his killings.

"I believe it is. Do you have any plans for the day, Rae? If not, I was thinking we might head out to a movie?" Movies were never interesting for him. But they were, in a sense, documentaries and learning devices of how to act around others. In some occasions, they were life savers. Nathan would begin pushing their shopping cart down the aisle, turning a few corners here and there until he made it out to the check out lane.. And fancy that, behind the man he was here to observe. A small shake of the head was given as he 'looked' at the man's items, nudging at his daughter to take a peek as well before speaking softly, "Now, do you really suppose there is some positive outcome probable from making a purchase like that?" A smug grin managed to sneak its way onto his face, but he quickly shook it off. It was little comments like that that kept him teaching her the differences between rights and wrongs, even though this was probably one they had been over a thousand times.