"Oh at every chance I get," he calls back, only turning far enough to scan the store he's currently passing. Sounds as if being nearly shot didn't force her to take cover, which means either experience or extensive training. Much more than even he'd had at that age. Not particularly promising, but maybe he can take a hint from her words and use them to make her angry.

"Look like you'd do the same," he says, finally reaching the Legion store and ducking into the racks of costumes. "No shame in being a coward." The last time he'd been here had been weeks ago, but apparently the cleaning machines had better places to be than here, because Roland spots at least a couple of the 'traps' the boy'd set in and around the store. Almost clever, the way they'd been designed to seem real while being mostly harmless, and that makes them suit Roland's purpose very well. Most seem still covered with clothes and costumes, hidden amidst what looks at first glance like just a large mess. A couple types are of more interest to Roland than the others, and he isn't hidden well at all among these racks of clothes even when he hunches over but hopefully he can get up enough time to spot a good one and try to lead this girl toward it.