She should probably help, Illyana thought. Mostly she was just fascinated by what was happening, and this whole store in general - she'd heard about it, heard how it was like some kind of hermit crab in how it made itself at home upon shelves and shelves of dead businesses, the way hermit crabs did with dead creatures. Kind of a macabre concept but she was into it - just like how she was into a lot of macabre shit. There was a reason she was at the Sanctum so often, making her own home among books that had sharp teeth and appliances that housed demons.
Wearing a black denim jacket over a gothic mooncat t-shirt and jeans, she managed to arse herself to step closer to the deer in headlights guy who seemed to be the cause of all of this chaos (she did enjoy chaos), blowing a bubble that was neon electric blue, same shade as her gum. Pop.