Avery had kind of been hoping that something would occur nearly immediately after the emblem he was wearing was scanned.
Perhaps an automated message or at least some sort of alert that had been coded into the program to let him know that it had worked.
Yet, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
His body was fully scanned and a holographic projection of himself was displayed with options to try on the various different clothes that Drothers sold.
Sighing, Avery decided to wait for a bit to see if someone would drop by or perhaps he would receive a message through the booth's console.
