Ellie emerged from the dressing room a short time later with a handful of "keeper" items (all of which had required re-sizing...the little trollop wouldn't think herself so clever when she found that none of the tags on the items Ellie had rejected matched either the number on the hanger, or the actual size of the skirt.) She glanced around for her companion, frowning slightly as she caught sight of Sphix's abandoned pile of clothing.

"Excuse me," she said to the salesgirl, who had rung up the young gentleman's purchase and now looked like she badly needed something more durable than a department store counter to bang her head against, "did you see my friend take off?"