Blinking, he turned his gaze back to her. "S'me 's y'st'rd'y," he stated, lips barely moving when he spoke. Glancing down towards the counter-top, he emitted a tired sigh; running a hand through his spiked-up hair before reaching into one pocket to fish out a few dollar bills. Scooting the money onto the counter, he continued to examine the shop.<br/><br/>Rubbing at his own shoulder, Ilariy winced. The bruise he had gotten from an earlier fight still stung fiercely, but he'd gotten worse. Far worse, to be exact.