"Regan's right," Fred said when she mentioned maybe they should spray him with goo. "If nothing else, it'll make us feel better for the way he's been acting toward us."
Once they had the barrier up on the shelf they had been working on, they moved onto the painting section. When the little girl started mouthing off at Cait, Fred shook her head and looked at her friend.
"At least you aren't in there with her," she told her before looking up as the shower head moved past. Furrowing her brow, she looked in the direction it went, wondering what was going on.
"Cait is right," Myka agreed. "I'm sure they'll let us know if anything is going on."
They spent a few minutes taking inventory of the paintings, trying not to listen as some yelled at them for turning them around toward the shelf so they could get to their barcodes. Fred heard movement in the other aisle and looked over to see bubbles floating in the air. Furrowing her brow, she walked over and saw Jack coming toward her, hiccuping up bubbles.
"Sweetie?" she asked in concern. "Sweetie? What happened?"
"Pete found the bubble bottle," John said from behind him.