Gwen seemed really young, and Beverly was kind of concerned - did her running the store count as child labor or something? But then again, it didn't seem like your typical sort of entrepreneurship. There wasn't a budget to keep track of since no currency - probably the only thing to keep track of was inventory, what went out the door, that sort of thing. Bev could help with that too.
"I can definitely do the job better than Q-Tee, I think," she chuckled softly, finding the name of whatever folding robot that was to be amusing. "Hopefully I don't offend her." Hey, you never know when the androids would rise up? She'd seen plenty of movies about that.
But anyway. Clothes were awesome, was the point. She was just glad to have something to do in town that aligned with her interests. "Maybe next time you go through those doors to find more things, I can go with you?" she suggested. "I've been curious about it." And it was apparently where the shop got most of its stock from too.