Chell starts as if she's been physically jostled, automatically stepping to the side and turning. That gets her out of the way of the freezer, but it also puts her back towards the wall. Is that better? She can't decide.

She signs in response, touching her thumb to her chest in a jerky motion. Even if Raskolnikov doesn't know sign, her posture doesn't exactly scream "I'm fine."

The expectation around here is clearly to play nice and not draw attention. She gestures at his cart and gives a thumbs up with a stiff smile. Potatoes! Nice. Great choice.