[The line of Maureen's eyebrows flex upward toward her hairline at Sokka's suggestion—surprise, clearly, and maybe a little of something else with it. If there's a machine whirring away between her ears, this seems to activate some other part of it. And as Sans talks, she takes a moment to seriously consider the logistics of their surroundings. Allows her eyeline wander out past the backs of the pushed together sofas and the strings of fishing line to the various shelves of equipment, the staged displays. To think, for a long beat, about what she knows of the layout of the department store's levels and its contents. Its occupants.

When her attention snaps back, there's an air of decision about her.]

Okay. So we need to find our way off the public floors. We'll use some kind of camouflage to move around. We can't use one of the rolling clothing racks. It needs to be something we can stop. But we can use the rack and fill it with something else.

[The receipt paper with the diagram is flipped over. Scribbling there—] So we need a rack, one of the camping tarps, and more fishing line. [—produces a rough outline of something like a rolling screen.] That should help us get around.

[With a nod to Sokka. Good idea.]

If we find a door and it's locked, there are people who work here still inside. They might have keys near them. So we start with the service counter.