A town that was basically What the Absolute Fuck, well, great. Beverly was suspicious, because she was too hardened and cynical to just accept the fact that things were free, so she was cautious about simply picking what she needed - if she did pick something, she decided she'd come back in later and see about paying the store back somehow. There had to be a way.
Richie was definitely hovering, but she appreciated it - it was sweet, though she patted his cheek with her hand and assured him, "I'm right here, just going to find something not soaking wet, honey," before going to peruse the racks. Jeans, a shirt and a cardigan, and a jacket - the sweater dress she'd give back, and she didn't bother to find a dressing room; by now she knew her size and measurements, so she was adept at swiping what she knew would fit.
So she just started pulling clothes off - slurrrrrp, that was a great sound, peeling away a tank top stuck to skin. Even her bra was soaked so it too was coming off. "And now you can at least tell me how long you've been here? What's the town even like?"
As of now, it just seemed empty. Quaint, desolate - but Derry had been quaint too, and historical, with evil simmering and bubbling beneath the surface for lifetimes and lifetimes.