His grin doesn't affect her as it might have affected someone else; she knows exactly how lazy Eugene Song is. Rolling her eyes as he wakes up from his fatigue-induced slumber. "Well," she chirps, "there are only two scheduled in the back room today, and we need a flat of candy and stuff for the checklanes, so Elizabeth sent me back here to pull one. In all honesty, I have no idea what I'm doing in regards to pulling a flat, but since someone is apparently busy with what he's doing, I guess I'll figure it out."
Whether or not that last comment was made in humor or malice was up for debate.
She backpedals, white Converse squeaking quietly against the stone floor of the back room. She was never given back room training, per se, but how hard was it to find a bright yellow cart with a whole bunch of different kinds of Icebreakers on it and wheel it up to customer services?
Very hard, apparently, because as she turned around to look at the wall of product behind her, her smile seemed to fail from her lips. Luckily enough, with her back to Eugene, he couldn't have seen her falter— right? Whether or not he does is not whats important to Maricel right now, anyways; scratching just under the apple of her cheek, where feintly-applied contour powder had been applied, she pocketed her hands in her pants pockets, walking down the main aisle, looking for the giant yellow flats. Taking about ten steps (in the wrong direction, might she add), Maricel instantly turned around, double-timing back to the box where she had found Eugene.
"Okay, I changed my mind, can you help me?" Her voice was almost defeated, albeit the pep still bit in the back of it like hops in a drink. Standing with her hands in her pockets, Maricel's bright eyes scanned the back room worker, turning up her lips as she got an idea. "And besides, where's David? He didn't completely leave you alone, did he? Man, it would really be bad if the store manager found out about that... you know, he's leader on duty today, the manager is..." In a mock pity, the brunette girl shook her head and clicked her tongue a couple times as she paced around the immediate area.
Hidden on the backburner on Maricel's expression was blatant malice; she knew what it was like to have a manager or coworker completely abandon you. If she took a shot for every time Ashley had run off to go flirt with the electronics rep instead of helping her do returns and repackages and order pickups, she'd be too drunk to come to work. Ever. On one hand, she was glad that it wasn't just guest services living up to their stereotype of a bunch of giggling, gossiping girls who didn't do anything but take returns and check on cashiers, but on the other hand, she needed that flat like, yesterday, and if Daniel was going to disappear when they needed pulls to leave Eugene to do it, it would cause for some problems later in the day. Casting a glance down at her watch, Maricel sighed. Three more hours.
She extends her hand to offer to him to help him out of the box before a manager does come by and catch him. "Up, lazybones, let's go. What does Daniel even do when he disappears, anyways? I don't ever see him walking around the store..."