In the slanting light from the stoorfront, Dinah emerges from the aisles and can be seen carrying a plastic shopping basket-- with a bit of effort, it seems, as the plastic basket's bottom visibly sags and she seems to be letting it dangle at the end of her arm.  The other hand still bears the pistol, and she seems to have nestled the plastic flashlight in among the rattling boxes of hex-head lag bolts, masonry screws, and six-inch galvanized, ring-shank nails.<br/><br/>She sets the pistol beside Marcus's credit card for a moment, grinning again at the joke, before using both hands to hoist the basket onto the counter where it comes to rest with a clunk of plastic and rattling bits of metal.  She makes an effort not to appear to notice Kristie and Marcus's exchange-- never too good with emotional matters, especially among strangers, she wipes her forehead and shrugs off her overcoat before returning the pistol to the small, black-leather holster on her belt.  She's wearing a black t-shirt beneath, the 'under-armor' logo ironically offering no consolation.  She then lifts her hat from her head and cocks her hip to the side to lean against the register-counter, watching the others for a sign.