"Hey-" Sloth began, when the pack was grabbed out of her hands. She'd been going to change in a corner and just wear the one new pair out of the store, stuffing the old undies in the pack and leaving them behind, but if he wanted to spend money, then...
Still, she swiped a pair of fluffy socks and hid them inside her hoodie on the way to the counter. She was a Sin after all. And, high as fuck.
Sloth's version of being high often consisted of staring off into space or at the back of her own hand, but when Scott started giggling and the cashier had a kind of dead-behind-the-eyes look to them, some bubbles of laughter came up in echo, despite Sloth really having no idea what the laughter was about.
"I'll have the change," she said, leaning on the conveyor belt. "Gimmeeeee."