For the most part

There were a few people murmuring between each other, and the crowd dispersed, trying to ignore the big clear box and the hot genie inside it. Jean almost feels like clapping in glee at her improvisation of the situation, but holds it in to maintain her image of icy satisfaction. Jean waits a while in her box, Making the occasional fake glance of excitement at the pedestal whenever goes near it, making them hesitate and walk off, not willing to risk it. A nerdy scrawny man came up around 6pm and risked it. He wished to be able to buff up easily, and Jean snapped, and a fancy silk cloth floated down into his open hand. When he asked, she said that the cloth is complementary, and said to rub his skin with it. The nerd wandered off, annoyed and shiny-skinned. Jean laughs, still wondering why humans tend to have so many exploitable phrases. After that, the other mall locale tended to stay away.

at around 9pm, the mall begins emptying out as everything closes down. Jean wonders what will happen when everyone's gone. In her cross-legged position, she starts thinking to herself, Is there going to be somebody coming by to empty the cash bank, and if so, would they get annoyed at the turnout? How am I going to get out of here? How'd I get here anyway?

After around 11pm, she hears the footsteps of somebody walking in the moonlit mall lanes, though it could just be a security guard, but the steps seem to stop at her box. Jean looks over to the source of the noise.