Shrugging her shoulders George picked her way over to the section that used to house groceries. He'd never really shown much preference for what she was or wasn't wearing in the past. So maybe he wouldn't care if she showed up in an old pair of jeans and a well loved long-sleeved t-shirt, but George felt she had to get all gussied up. The very fact that what his plans were an unknown seemed to make it that much more important.
If there wasn't a store that wasn't entirely picked clean left, then George would be perfectly okay with picking over an abandoned house. Looters hadn't exactly skipped over her mother's apartment in the city, she didn't have any qualms picking through some long dead teen or twenty-something girls closet for an outfit.
"I don't actually know. He's never really seemed to care one way or another," she murmured picking through the shelves. The pickings weren't fantastic, but she dug through to see what was left. Way in the back behind an all but dust filled box of cookies a small bag of coffee. Immediately a smile split her face as she came back up on her feet.
One down.
"Luke asked for coffee," She answered as she slipped her backpack off her shoulder to put the coffee away, "And ear buds. I wanted to give Nick an iPod and earbuds as a thank you for building the kids a stage." She wandered away from the grocery section and toward what was left of the register at the front. Her eyes searching the metal racks for a single plastic package containing her prize.