Cap popped off a bottle and smelling a shampoo that claimed it was for curly hair, Mabel looked up and once again quietly stared, choosing not to comment quite yet on the hot pink device he was holding that looked suspiciously like a microwave marketed primarily to little girls. He really was strange.
Slowly glancing up and down the aisle with barely a turn of her head in either direction, Mabel shrugged in response. No outlets there. "Electronics?" she suggested after giving it a short thought, figuring the large wall of flat screen televisions had to plug in somewhere. And she would have just left it at that, but she supposed opportunities like this were quite rare these days. "Mabel," she introduced quietly but directly, hoping the newly applied eyeshadow and lipstick she'd grabbed from the previous aisle made her look slightly less undead.