Ashlea disliked other people paying her way, but she didn't argue it. She had no credits so it would be pointless to do so. After talking to the clerk for a while, she was seeming to relax again. However she was avoiding eye contact and interactions with the other patrons. She was browsing the store, trying to figure out what all of the knick-knacks were. Every so often she would glance across at Doc, catching a wink or a smile. Eventually she decided on a few changes of clothes that she liked, including a pair of shoes. Her reasoning for that was her flats were already starting to fall apart. She knew they wouldn't last long outside of a station.
Ashlea thanked the Clerk for her help, and went to find Doc. She found him near the alcoholic beverages, she raised an eyebrow seeing the selection they had available "Well." She rubbed her forehead slightly "I can honestly say I am impressed. I didn't realize there was this much of a choice in drinks." Shaking her head she glanced around the shop, everyone was busy carrying on with their own lives, no one was making a big deal out of her being there. The thought that had been hounding her stopped once she saw this. No one cared she was there, no one was going to find out she didn't belong.