Felix paused as the sunglass stand, lazily turning it as the door slid closed in their wake, the bell jingling. "Could be a trust thing. It's not like anybody here doesn't know that this stuff comes directly from Them, but brand-name shit is probably some kind of false security thing. Hey-" he called, plucking a pair of white Jackie O style mod sunglasses from the rack and giving a warning swing before lightly tossing it over the aisle that separated them to her. "If you see like, one of those stupid little travel sewing kits or something, let me know? Now that there are shirts and shit for cloth, maybe I'll start making fucking voodoo dolls again. Got any issues with a couple containers of gas getting stored in the tunnel? I feel like we haven't had a good old fashioned arson around here in a while."