Small and irritated though she may be, Sabrina can't help the warmth in her chest at the sight of Rosie signing her name. She waits until there's a box on the floor and the door is closed and locked again before she starts wiggling off the counter.

"Thank you," she says, and then grins. "It feels very comforting when you commit fraud for me."

Out of probably nowhere, Sabrina's suddenly wielding a large boxcutter. "Okay, I just need to get a look in here and then we can lock up. Will you help me get back home?"