Now the last time that Lila had checked she hadn't ever worked in a place like this. Actually she hadn't worked anywhere ever. Why would she have? Her father wouldn't have allowed it and the degree that she'd gotten had only been gone after so that she had something to do with that bit of time. But she hadn't had a job. Definitely not some retail sort of job in a little place like this that didn't even look like they had any sort of dress code. That, and only that, was what kept her from lighting the hem of those jeans belonging to the woman who'd assumed she worked there on fire. The nerve of some people! Oh, right, and the second part had a lot to do with what her father would say or do if he ever found out about Lila going around lighting people on fire in stores. He didn't appreciate that sort of behavior.
"I'd say 'do I look like I work here?' but since I don't know what their attire is I suppose that wouldn't work." Lila did have to take notice of the accent though. Whoever this dark-haired woman with no idea of what she was looking for might be, she had the automatic advantage of being English and that was something that Lila hadn't found in anyone outside of her family since arriving. "I don't work here. Never have, never will." But she did want to know what this place was all about, so she found the nearest person with a nametag and crooked a finger at them. "Tell us what this place is." No 'please' because please wasn't necessary.