Grace eyes what's on the counter and what's in her arms, poncho wrapper included, and decides that's ridiculous.

"I've got a credit card," she mentions.

It's Paige's, but that's close enough.

The rollers comment distracts her, though.

"Heh. He's gonna think we're high, not tourists."

Beat.

"Toss some Marlboro Lights on up here when you get a chance," she calls out to the overwhelmed cashier.