"Broadway." There was a touch of something dreamy in the one word. She may have been tucked away for most of her life, but she knew what Broadway was, and she suddenly wanted very much to see it. Though when shopping was mentioned she deflated back onto the bed. "Define appropriate." She still had a bag of clothes at the church, though whether or not they'd be there when she could get back there was a toss up.
"I left all my money at the church," she realized out loud. "Fuck." So much for a good night of sleep. "I'll just sleep for a little while and then go back and see if I can get it." Somehow she knew that type of clothing that would apply as appropriate to Nathaniel would be something she would need her forgotten backpack for.