Whose 'we', sucker?
[There really aren't many t-shirts with words that bold printed in cutesy font. Even specialists at clothing apparel and/or obscure movie quotes would be hard-pressed to find one, no matter how much they looked. If not, tell me you can prove me wrong so I can give you my money.]
[One girl in particular, however seems to have managed to do so. Her hair is short and dark, and she seems to be in relatively normal casualwear. She looks disinterested, but with traces of a hidden look of conviction prominent in so many heroines nowadays. This is foreshadowing.]
I can't believe you did that.
[There is no response. Either the person she's talking to can't be seen, or there's more psychological horror than fonts in this post.]
Now you're giving me the silent treatment? You were so eager to talk before. Go on! Tell everyone whose fault it is we're here.
...Still? I can't believe you... There aren't even any good places to eat at here, and most people don't look too eager to talk.
That's just you.
[A smile] ...Do you want to test this place's repairing services that much?
[As she passes by, you may notice a plastic model of a Colt Navy 1851 lying within a leather holster. There is no normal explanation for how she's been able to walk with it for so long without being arrested. Leave me alone.]
[Should you wait a second too long to interact with her, you may see that her shirt also contains dialogue in the back.]
Smith and Wesson, and me.