The problem is less the size and more my tastes lending themselves to a high likelihood that anything that might catch my eye would most likely be terribly cursed.

[she deliberately misconstrues the inquiry into her mother as simply part of the chat about souvenirs; while Rose has no trouble complaining about her mother and the laundry list of her faults, detailing just exactly what would make travel with her so arduous feels a bit too personal to be discussing in the middle of a busy city with someone she'd only recently become acquainted with. there were too many vulnerabilities in it on her side.

so instead Rose does a little watching of her own, although unlike Oz her gaze is firmly directed groundward. the crowds hold her interest far more than the trappings of progress reaching for the smog-filled sky, both for the purpose of the mission (even before they've really begun she can't help her paranoia) and from a natural penchant for crowdwatching.]

But I suppose it all depends on whether or not we have much time after all is said and done anyway. It would be terribly impolite to turn an errand into our own personal shopping trip, wouldn't it?