Siobhan seemed to be putting quite a number of outfits over her arm, with the question of payment once again hanging in the air at this point. She didn't appear to be particularly worried about that, however. Instead, she disappeared into one of the dressing room for the next thirty minutes or so...

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"Hey, my money's missing too!" One of the other men at the bar noted. This was followed by a chorus of other patrons stretching from where Siobhan had been sitting, all the way to the door. This served to distract the old woman from the trouble brewing at the table, which continued to escalate without interruption.

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"That should cover it, right?" Siobhan grinned to Mable, who gleefully smiled at the bag of beli.

"Of course, miss! Just let me bag these for you!"

Joyfully rocking on her heels while the outfits were placed into a sack, Siobhan offered an oddly self-satisfied thumbs up to Jones.