Allison looks up at the voice suddenly addressing her, even as it came with an overpowering awareness that always tightens her throat for a second when it's someone new. Even if these days are all made of new people. Even cheerful, well-meaning, people that appear in passing just trying to be good citizens, or something. But she can't entirely not agree with the woman's comment. Which gets a combination of a smile, with a faint duck of her head, that turns into a nod.

That'd never been a problem back home. Aside from the highest end companies, she could have walked in anywhere and bought a good amount of everything, and even those highest end companies wanted her to be wearing their pieces or to be seen with something of theirs. The cost of giving it to her was made up hundreds of times over in the free advertising that splashed a hundred magazine-newspapers pages and graced interviews on the tv.

But like everything reminded her lately. She wasn't home. None of this was anything like her life.
(And, even more, none of that life was left standing. Not after the planet was vaporized.)