The pace differed now. Sabra was no longer aimless. There was slight curiosity at these surroundings. The shop's interior. Like a book asking to be read, yet offering no immediate clues as to how it should be best opened.

But like a tiger learning how to tread water, the youth earned himself a slow, steady turning of head. Something innate to her glare, something behind it, causing him to mentally startle. No rhyme nor reason to it. Just a feeling of having prodded a sleeping bear.

Or maybe dragon.

Then the girl. No verbal response yet. Just watching, head tilting, turning, as Sabra watched Echo's hand reach out to shoulder. Still not comfortable enough within its new vessel to immediately associate the body part as something of itself. Then her gaze travelled back. This time, the movement quicker. More awake than before. Detecting something, maybe. Perhaps a whiff of scent or something more. Nostrils widening inhaling swiftly. Head tilting again, this time a little to one side.

Back to the boy.

Back to Echo.

"Sssssommm... Sssommmmmmewhere... Sit dowwwnnnnn..."

Each syllable repeated in careful, considerate fashion. Was she foreign? In more ways than one.

Then, unexpectedly, the woman moved forwards, pushing Echo along with her to one of the nearest aisles. Doing so until the younger brunette's back pressed up against one, disturbing the carefully stocked contents of the shelves. Dipping head forth, taking another, deeper sniff of the girl, then looking to the side. A more tentative sniff being made of a bottle, as if comparing the two. Retrieving it with free hand, turning it around, up close to nose, like a dog trying to figure out how to open a box. Then back to Echo. Uncertain, yet animalistic.