"Look where you're going." The sentence was repeated flatly. Though admittedly, America was likely at least partly at fault for this fiasco as well. At least it wasn't something that would cause major universe impacting issues to arise. Or at least... Well... Maybe she shouldn't rule that out entirely because lately, who the fuck even knew.
However, the dude's silent staring caused an eyebrow to slowly raise as she didn't bother looking away since it seemed like the guy was gonna say something else. Was this dude slow in the fucking head or what? Maybe he was fucking high. Or drunk. Enough people in this city did that shit. While America wouldn't lie and say that doing something to help ease her stress sometimes didn't sound appealing, she knew there were too many risk factors. Especially, with her powers and still not knowing the.... Full extent of them all.
Though, when the guy finally spoke again America finally slowly allowed her gaze to fall off to one side, inspecting the width of the aisle and then turned her eyes back at the man as if to note that yes, she did indeed recognize that he was fucking failing at life right now.
"Yeah. You don't." Though the reserved yet firm look remained for a moment longer as she analyzed him, as if attempting to figure out exactly what her next move should be. After a brief pause she finally gave up on the analysis and glanced back at the pizza's.
"You see where they put Home Run Inn Meat Lover's?" Karolina was going to hate seeing that in her freezer.