[Suspicious? Hell yeah. He's exactly the type of character people are typically wary of... but that hasn't ever bothered him much. Instead he starts to walk, motioning for her to follow his steps.]

I gotta make a pit stop.

[... Well, he didn't have to, but it'd been a little bit since he'd lied. Ever since he got that jarring headache while talking to that one kid in the candy shop... he's been more careful to keep with his role.

After they've taken a sharp left from the glass doors and started down the rows of shops, he motions to a clothing store.]

There's a jacket in there I need. I'm really cold, y'see. [Nevermind that he's already wearing two layers.] But I can't reach it on my own. So if you stood on my shoulders, you could reach it, yeah? Easy, then we can go grab a gun or a baseball bat or whatever it is you want to build your little arsenal.

[... How... entirely mundane. It's simply a light blue track jacket with pink cuffs. A jacket he's been looking at for hours and finally has an accomplice to help him snag. That and a bit of petty theft certainly helps to shift the mood, right? Just think of it as him helping.]