"Time to get mah pillage on, then," Harriet drawls. "Not very heroic, but hey, you seem to be short on mecha, so I guess we're both having an outside-context day."

Looting happens, Harriet mostly trusting the Quartermaster to shop for her while she keeps watch, except when it comes to trying on clothes. After a while, Harriet's watch-keeping diligence slackens, as it seems there's nothing to watch for, but she mentally reproves herself when she realizes her mind is wandering and tries to refocus on business.