Nodding slowly at his reply, she looked up from the moth and looked around. "Quite rare, for sure," she murmured. Wandering slowly around the shop, she was reluctant to touch anything. Half the items looked as though they might come to life at any moment, in her mind. There were many books up high on the shelves, but they all looked as though they hadn't been touched in a century or more. Highly unusual, she thought.<br/><br/>Turning suddenly, she did not see Mordred anywhere. She wandered further into the shop, both perusing items and keeping an eye out for the man. "I can see that you have a lot of rare items here," she called out. "What do you normally sell? Or rather, what does your usual client come looking for?" she asked as she examined what looked like a shrunken head on one small shelf.