Turning at the register, she tugs the shopping cart behind her and moves to start unloading things. She shakes her head no at the money he offers "Put that away, jesus" lifting out things from the far side onto the tiny little conveyor. There won't be enough room length-wise to get everything all at once; she starts piling the boxed wine "Hey can you get me two more'a these?" She holds two fingers up to Chase, index and middle splayed. "Please?"