Shira flashes her most charming and disarming smile, hoping that the aura of goodness she has helps prove her innocence. "I would do nothing of the sort. I'm shopping too, for I'm to guide Catherine on her hunt." Lacing her tattooed fingers on top of her head so Jacob could easily see them at a glance, Shira slowly wandered through the shop, gazing at the sharp and pointy things he sells. Several items catch her eyes, including a few thin needles originally intended for fine embroidery, but would easily make for fine inking needles for her art. "How much for the needles here? These very thin ones? Oooo.... and that curved dagger there. The small one."