Grace's eye twitches like she feels that look burning through the back of her head. She'd forgotten. Some things are just second nature. When the clerk tosses the cigarettes at her, she catches them and holds them up as she nods silently in thanks. They get stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans for later.

Good thing her gigantic slurpee has a ridiculously huge straw.

"Damn, that smells good," she says, watching their food get packaged.

(It is theirs right? Raph's going to share?)

"What's that?" she adds, distracted by the money in Raph's wallet.