Ha, well—you could say I'm married to my job. [In a light, easy tone that clashes with her wry expression, she sweeps a hand over the racks of clothing, and twitches a rueful smile.] In a way, I'm already home.

[Hoodies made reasonable pillows, and she'd certainly roughed it in more dangerous terrain—with a cup of cold soup and a sandwich, she was practically drowning in riches. Focusing back on Katsuya, she keeps her expression neutral as she reads between his words.]

Exploring? Mall's pretty standard. Looking for anything in particular?