His shoes alone were three-hundred when he had managed to snag them on sale. However, he wasn't there to argue with her about how much her clothes costed. He was going to be unimpressed regardless of her protests. Urban Outfitters was not going to be his first choice with or without money. At the George Clooney comment, he simply shrugged and smiled, straightening his tie. But he only found himself immediately edging to the side when she started actually firing her gun.
"Fuck!" When it become clear that the bullets hadn't hit him, he turned around to see the once again lifeless body on the floor. He made a disgusted face that only twisted more when the blood started leaking out a bit too close to his shoes. It wasn't the gory sight that really bothered him. After all, he had vigorously bashed in more than a few heads on his own. It was always just the idea of getting anything on his clothes. Now he remembered why he didn't like people. They were distracting and he didn't have time for them. Letting out a noise of clear disapproval he turned back to her, but just kept walking past her. He only leaned in for a moment to grab a jar of nutella. "I'm going to go lock the goddamn sliding doors." There was no thanks. Only that.