"Of course," she says, turning back to the table to browse what's there. Unfortunately for Lola, it hasn't entirely occurred to her that she might say something more or do something more than she has. She's shopping, Lola is shopping. opinions asked or given doesn't mean necessarily that a conversation needs to happen.

She reaches forward, through the rings, checking sizes on the ones that interest her, only keeping half an eye on the bubbly young girl next to her. All the while wondering if she'd ever been that happy or excited as Lola seems to be. Perhaps before the shelling? Before she and Pietro were trapped next to that Stark missile for so many days...