Maybe it's not her favorite picture-- but it's the one he chose to show her. She can't help wonder why; maybe it's the only one he has, but then, he's got a camera on his telephone. It's been a year, but how many pictures can someone take-- would he really be unable to find something older? Or is he just afraid to show her those?

"I'm glad," she says, and she means it. If she's working in medicine, at least, she hopes, she's helping people.

There's not much of a line, and she lapses into quiet, feeling a little self-conscious as he buys her a new wardrobe. The young cashier seems disinterested, but she can't help feel like this is conspicuous and strange, how much they're getting. She'll have to put a few dollars in a high-yield account, when she gets back to the past, and pay him back.

Part of her wants to ask what he's working on, but she's... pretty sure she's seen it. When they're back on the move, she tries a slightly different angle.

"We should swing by a drug store or something before we head back," she muses, and then adds, "How long have I been back in medicine?"