Abby glared from one rack to the next once she'd followed Cam inside the clothing store. She didn't like what she was seeing at all. Of course, she had no problem with wearing black, but punk type clothing like this really wasn't her style. Still, she needed to take [i]something[/i]. 

The first thing she snagged, despite her repulsion, was a black tanktop with a picture of a bleeding heart on the front. She hated the graphic, but there was very little in the way of choice in this miserable little shop. Thankfully, it didn't take her too much digging to find a black skirt. Determined not to look like a complete goth, she added a white jacket to her ensemble despite her distaste for the color - in a place like this, it would be stained in about five minutes - and threw a pair of low-heeled boots with spikes along the edges into the pile. Face burning, she sought out a changing room and quickly got to work.

It was only after changing that she realized the skirt didn't even fall to her knees. 

Gritting her teeth, Abby stalked out of the small room and decided she would be stopping again at the first decent looking shop they could find. Impatiently, she scanned the store for Cam, and quickly found the little girl wearing clothing that didn't suit her at all. Who the hell made spiked jackets in [i]that[/i] size?

"All set?" she asked, putting a hand on Cam's shoulder. Despite her attempt to sound calm, her irritation seeped into her voice. The sooner they left this classless place - and the creeps who lived in it - the better off they would be.