"Shopping? Ins't that something Susanna would be better qualified for? I'm not exactly known for my fashion sense." It's his turn to be confused. He could probably help tell her what would be good for concealing weapons...The boots he could probably help pick out. He doesn't turn his head to see who she waves at. He's guessing Susanna has come back from taking care of business. Which he would blatantly pretend he knows nothing about when he gets home. He also plans on howling with laughter in the safety of his room. He lays his head on top of hers, a grin spreading across his face. Her hair is so silky against his cheek.