Bo's brow lifted. Tiny stalls, a few things? The reaction wasn't one she'd seen, not exactly, ever. There was a small feeling of age, or displacement. It had happened a time or two in her dealings with the other Fae, but this woman couldn't be that old? She nearly laughed at the idea of trying to tell someone's age just by looking at them; no one was ever what they seemed in her own world. It probably went for many in whatever world she was in now.
"It's a supermarket. There's a good bit of food, and other products. You're not from here are you?" She'd heard once in high school about an immigrant going to the supermarket and nearly losing it with the abundance. He had thought it was all some story Americans told for good PR, a lie to make the country look good. Perhaps this was what the red haired hottie was experiencing.
"Well, do you know what your friend likes?" Bo was ever the helpful one; plus, she was definitely considering touching the woman. The fair skin begged to be touched.