A girl can't depend on anybody but herself- Irene looks approving. Those words could have come from her own mouth.

"Oh?" Irene replies to her advice. "Thanks for the tip-off." It feels strange, having to worry about budgeting- not much, seeing as her occupation can be practiced just about everywhere and she charges high rates for it, but much more than she's previously been accustomed to.

She throws a smile at the attendant at the till, utterly unrepentant, and moves closer to Cindy, inspecting a sheer black dress as she does so. She murmurs, "Poor girl looks like she might cry if we keep this up," referencing the shopgirl and sounding utterly unfazed- even amused.