She shrugs into a sidelong glance at the frat boys just leaving ahead of them. One of them keeps feeling around his pockets, looking around at the floor, confused but let onward by his unconcerned friends. "S'just the essentials," hands deep in the pockets of her jacket, she pushes the cart forward with her hip keeping a slower pace. The squeaky wheel ribbits out in a predictible pattern as they keep moving, Penny fingering out a sizable fold of bills "I'm supposed to get a receipt for everything. Fucking Steve.. and fucking /Dave/" spitting that name out; rusty nail in her cheerios.