Beverly didn't mind walking - she was moving, at least, getting the blood flowing. She grasped Richie's hand, his dwarfing hers, and she may have stumbled a little into him because it was difficult walking when your feet were basically blocks of ice, but she was determined to get there anyway.
Her brain was kind of like one of those spinning tops, finding more questions than clear answers, still going. But she considered that a positive - because it meant her cognitive processes were still a thing, even if her perception was all muddled and everything was confusing. "Do we - no one works here?" she asked, glancing around.
It was warm in the store, she appreciated the fact that she could thaw out in the place at least. "I don't have any money on me." Nope. She didn't even have her ID, or her wedding ring - she'd taken it off as soon as she got to Derry, and didn't intend to ever put it back on. Not that shackle - it was one less weighing her down.