(OOC: Never mind about the shoe thing, got an even better way to show it)
"Nothing you don't already know," said the clerk. "5-year Premium member of our VIP Club, which qualified her for some of our finest footwear. The pair she picked was a designer brand, built for comfort over endurance. Nothing unusual for her age and social status."
Lily opened her mouth to speak again when someone unknown said her name.
"Lily, my dear. Please come home..."
On the store television was a pasty-faced human, civilian clothes, very normal. He was tear-stricken. The broadcast appeared to be part of the citywide television network.
"Lily, if you can hear me, this is Danny. Please come home, I'm worried about you. Our kids are worried about you...There are doctors here, they want to help you, you're not well. You can get better...you can be with your family again. If you love us...please come back..." The man broke off, overcome by emotion.
The clerk suddenly looked incredibly suspicious.
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Emilena groaned and her eyes fluttered open. "I can walk...let me down..."
The guards had hit her rather hard, and she was moderately disoriented.
Several police cars roared into focus. They hit the brakes hard, forming a roadblock, and filed behind the crusiers' protection, pistols drawn. "Freeze! Drop the patient and put your hands up!"