Marisol looked briefly to the hand now on her shoulder, this person sure didn't have any qualms getting familiar with her so early. It was curious, but also comforting in a way. Perhaps it wouldn't be as difficult as she thought it might be to fit in. They had nearly made their get-away when the shop keep called them out. Her tail bristled, fur standing on end as the man startled her. Rather than do the logical thing and turn to address the issue, she bolted. Right out the door and for the nearest cover, just wishing to get away from the booming voice.

"I think they had a limit of one per person," She swiftly told her current companion recalling that a 1 had followed the "$". Still- shouldn't he have known that already? Wasn't he used to living here?