[ There's a smirking Sombra behind the pile of things South's holding, somewhere. ]

I always know what I'm doing.

[ Or at least, she always makes sure it looks like she does. But that's neither here nor there because right now, yeah, she's sure, and she happily lets South take care of the expenses for her. The clerk still doesn't seem very enthused by Sombra, but he does at least provide a bag for things. It's something. ]

Come on, I need a pillow that isn't trash. [ And she's off again, expecting South to keep up as she flicks open her map again. Her other dots are quite close, now that they're in a bit of a little shopping area - although there is one dot that, if South's paying attention, she might notice is laid right where the Up housing is. ] Then food that may or may not be trash, that one we'll have to find out.