River's posture shifted when he showed her the knife. The air around her almost hummed with tension as her body readied itself for action. But almost as soon as she realized what it was, she relaxed. Nothing about the way he was holding it or his posture suggested that he intended to use it on her.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened as she reached out to accept it. She had been attracted to the blade's well-honed edge and way the light played off the strange metal. The handle was nice too. Her gaze shifted to the box. Watching with interest as he took a couple other things out of that bag, she finally smiled.<br/><br/>All those things she had stopped to look at... She probably would have purchased a few had she not given that poor girl all the money she'd brought with her. Karma. Sometimes it was a bitch. Sometimes it was wonderful.<br/><br/>The smile blossomed, her face alight with pleasure as he offered them too her. River didn't even mind that he had paid such close attention to her. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. She stroked one of the leaves of the plant. It would look so nice in her quarters! There were a few buds that promised to blossom with some care.<br/><br/>Everything else was carefully placed in her own satchel. Once they were secured, she looked up at him. The smile had faded slightly as her expression became more considering but there was a still radiance at the edge of it. "I'm Brooke," she said. It was a rather uncreative pseudonym but she didn't mind at the moment. She wondered if he recognized her.