[ Darlene gives the man a look -- probably because his manner of speaking is... well, a little strange to a New York millennial. But, with all the other weird shit that's been happening to her, the fact that someone talks a little oddly should have been something expected. ]

Yeah, whatever.

[ She's just so charming, isn't she? ]

An electronics store. [ She zips her bag back up, now turning her all of her attention to the other. ] My daemon's been acting up, I was hoping there was somewhere to fix it.

[ You know, you've never been a very good liar, why do you keep trying? A voice chimes from the pocket of her jacket and she shoves her hand inside to grab a hold of her daemon, hopefully shutting it up. ]

See what I mean? All it does is talk this bullshit all the time.