The longer Lisa was here in Marrowood, like many others in the same situation, in order to cope and not drive herself completely insane, she'd fallen into a few old routines and comfortable habits left from the life she knew before Hell Town just to make things resemble 'normal'. That included the possibility of finding some kind of job around town, though the idea of working with those soulless bastards still didn't sit well in her stomach. She also did her yoga every day, despite the somewhat awkward space issues in the apartment- though deep down she found nothing wrong with the occasional look she caught from Dean. Complicated as that whole thing was.
She also found time to clean the place, cook, and do the laundry. His was done yesterday, but after accidentally spilling coffee on herself this morning, her spare shirt was currently tumbling around in the wash, which was why she was practically swimming in one of Dean's. It wasn't exactly job-hunting attire, but it would have to do.
The general store had been one place she hadn't hit yet; she pushed through the door to the easily recognizable smells of cardboard and baked goods, but the incense twitched at her nose as out of place.
Then she saw something else that didn't fit. Someone else, actually. Lisa froze to the ground, her face tightened with a mix of confusion and wondering if she should be freaked out enough to run- because she looked like she was just greeted by a ghost.
"...Robin?" Her voice cracked with the kind of emotion she hadn't wanted to deal with today. "...are you... am I..." She looked around, suddenly a bit pale. "Oh god, am I dead?"