InsaneJournal

Crossing the street felt like it ought to be more dramatic. Like a car should have come barrelling down the road to knock her out or lightning should have struck. Nothing was ever this easy or ever this close in the last town. Everything was so much more spread out then instead of this little shopping district they had now. It felt even more wrong here for that.

There was a big glass door to pull open and bells on it to chime Lexie's entry, she stood there a few moments, holding the door for Sherlock as she squinted at the well stocked shelves. There were all manner of medications from what she could see. Though, again the labels were all so antiquated. Bright, cheerful, or sterile. There was no in between with packaging in the 50's apparently. 

Once she was able, Lexie was walking in, her rubber soles squeaking just a touch on the lineoleum flooring. 

"Well, welcome to the clinic," she said, looking over her shoulder at Sherlock. Oh, yeah, Lexie already had plans to live here. Try not to be too surprised. It's what she did before and it's what she'd do this time. Though, something told her it was unlikely that she'd find a locking room again - no, that had been too fortunate. Sliding back through the aisles she was on her way to the pharmacy counter at the back. It was wide open with well stocked shelves. The only locking door she could see was what looked like a storeroom. Well, that would have to do. 

"I'm not seeing any cigarettes, though," she called, leaning over the counter and eventually climbing over.