"What—?" She's cut off as he grabs her and pulls her inside because her stomach growls. Malia wants to protest it, that he doesn't have to buy her anything, but she's more reluctant to do so once they're inside, the scents of coffee and baked goods almost overwhelming her senses.

"It's not a big deal, you can find some really great stuff..." But her protest is half hearted as she comes to stand next to him. She suddenly feels... shabby. Like she doesn't belong in here where all these humans are, and she starts to fidget a little, arms crossed. "I just have to be careful when I do it so people don't call the police and try to get me put into the pound."