Staring at the lights on the counter, Delta pulled a face. Dumbassed plastic things that blew up when you kept them burning for too long. She was ignoring the fact you just weren't meant to do that. "Got anything more substantial than the cutesy, breakable crap?" The pink thing she tapped on the counter being the epitome of the aforementioned. True, you also weren't supposed to stand on them, but that had been an accident and it really wasn't the point. They were unreliable. Her eyes flicked to the girl's name badge - Bianca - before turning back to the lighter. Because knowing someone's name without ever having looking them in the face was apparently annoying. Delta had no opinion on the matter; it had never happened to her. It was just funny when she was the cause.
Her brow furrowed over the top of her shades as she registered the contents of her wallet and finally looked up, "Debit, unless--" There was a feeling Delta got sometimes in the very pit of her stomach. Usually when she was looking in the mirror. It was true that she and her sister had never quite been obviously sisters. More like cousins. It was the jawline, and despite both being demonic-blooded, Sierra had always been of a softer nature. And it showed in her face. But that feeling, the one that made her feel like something was trying to make her heart and stomach swap places when both seemed lined with lead - no, she couldn't say she'd ever expected to get it from a girl behind the counter of a 7-11. "Unless you've got change for a fifty." She tugged the shades off, biting on the end of one of the arms. Honestly? She just wanted a better look. And if she didn't like being stared at, then tough.