Feet took actual steps against the sidewalk, a shopping experience she wouldn't soon forget. She was alone, but it had been late, or maybe it was early. Raven's loss of time felt more related to Rachel. With the way she had been playing with it as she had, it was easy to get caught up in like that. To lose sight of it, track, and just get lost in the moment. But she was already half there anyway. Turning into the shop, it was to the beat of a clock ticking away. There would be a call put into work in a few hours, because how was she supposed to bother with it from here? She had already attempted to go home, to get clothes, but that wasn't home. That was some other place, someone else's home. embarrassing when another dog attempted to chase her off. Teleportation allowed her quick access, in and out of where ever she pleased. But that was all left behind, not a shift in her own expression, nor a brow raised.

She was in his shirt. What else was she supposed to do? He offered, she accepted it. Going out and about, she wasn't wearing a bra and her own shirt was quite small. Sleeveless and had only been meant for sleeping in. She didn't want to go out looking like that and having to deal with any sort of possible attention that brought upon her. The small shorts were there, barely noticeable, but just enough, with the way she had tied the shirt. Both were there, on, keeping her feeling more intact. Hair whipped up to keep the dark tendrils off the back of her neck. The heat of the summer rising, and she wasn't wanting to hear nor abide by that call. A pair of dark reading glasses she had picked up along the way, they laid there abridge her own nose.

Clothes and frozen yogurt, these were the items she was after. She didn't want to go shopping, but more to get this over with. Her empathy was there, and sensitive, but not in the way it needed to be. Everyone here, they felt off. They weren't right and it went against everything she had to put that behind her. It was that annoying little voice in the back of her head that didn't allow that to go on as long as she wanted it to. But that annoying little voice wasn't just her cohabitant, it was more than that. Placing her bags down in the chair at a table, she just continued on to go and get her treat.

There was someone that came up behind her. Not just one, but it was that hand, that set of thoughts that she knew were coming. It wasn't processing right. It was all off. The look and feel of it all, it was enough to set her cohabitant off. That violent streak, the way she was handled, even being as small as she claimed to be. It wasn't in stature, she was unwilling to compromise in. She should have seen it coming faster, sooner, but she was lost in her own thoughts over all of this. The moment she was yanked back, there was a sense of surprise, but she was unphased. It bothered her more that the moment she pushed them all away with her own telekinesis, knocked them back, they were just as unphased. What did this say about the mentality?

She shouldn't have bothered with this store. The way they had touched her, grabbed at her as if to drag her off to hurt her. They were prepared to make swings and couldn't get any in. Raven wasn't going to fight, she wasn't going to do anything. Her cold indigo eyes, staring at the men before her. Did she know them, should she? Raven couldn't imagine so. But in just as quick of a motion, blackness pulled out of her body. All in the shape of a raven on its own, hovering above her, but still attached. They were so focused on her, hurting her, that she didn't care what was to come now as it all dropped onto them.

Bodies crumbled to the ground, unhurt, untouched. As if they had all fallen unconscious on their own, as her soul self moved back into her. None of this was going to do. She still needed to pick up some clothes, and get the frozen yogurt back. Had he been serious in wanting that? She didn't know, but she was going with that because what was wrong with frozen yogurt? For as much ice cream as she ate, she was lucky not to have to be rolled everywhere.

The current matter at hand though, she tried to move through their minds, but there wasn't much to bother with. The aggravation alone, just left her to gather up her things and step right over the bodies she left behind. If she hadn't been an eyesore, she should have been one now. No one had reason to pay her any mind. And she could have drawn in the illusion of what she was appearing to wear and act just walking. She hadn't, she chose this option. There was no reason not to. What was going on? This was tragic on its own. Drastic. Even if they knew who she was, why would they bother with attacking her in public?

Pausing, she went back realizing that she had forgotten spoons. Taking them, she almost smiled, but it wasn't her own fault. It was something this did to the person inside.

'What are you? A hungry hippo undercover?'

Shut up.

A spoonful of heaven was slid past her lips, the spoon upside down and she was back to some euphoric sensation that bothered her even more than stepping over these people again. Then again, that didn't bother her at all. What use were they if they bothered to pick her as someone to bother with? Chocolate was much better.