Looking openly confused, because what she knew about cookie dough had nothing to do with tubes, Mabel however wasn't intrigued enough to seek out any for herself. The chocolate spread was already plenty indulgent. Without answering, Mabel dismissively sighed and continued on, respecting his clear need to be left alone.
She had been as similarly disinterested in the few other people she had crossed paths with on her travels, and she wasn't about ready to change her mind now. He didn't seem particularly in need of help (not that she'd give it), and she didn't need any of his either (not that she'd ask anyway). And he didn't seem to be stocking up on anything while casually grazing, so she could only guess he was staying nearby and she was on her way to Florida. It just didn't help he was the most interesting thing she had seen for months, and she found his bad attitude mildly amusing. She wouldn't necessarily mind some company, she supposed, but she wasn't going to beg for it either.
Humming quietly to herself to fill the silence, some classical orchestral arrangement she didn't even know the composer of but had been playing on repeat in her CD player for the last couple days, Mabel left the grocery department to seek for medical supplies. However, she got sidetracked on the way by the never-ending aisles of bath and beauty products, the flashy advertisements with the faces of beautiful women and their silky hair causing her to stop and contemplate. Raising her arm above her head and sniffing, Mabel wrinkled her nose. Maybe some soap and shampoo wouldn't hurt either.