Shiloh smiles dryly in reply, showing her appreciation for the humor.  She adjusts the halfling a bit to ensure he doesn't seep on her shirt.  "No reason for concern, shopkeep.  So... you don't recognize this halfling, then?  He hasn't been giving you any trouble?"  She looks around the bustling shop, looking for anything of interest-- particularly anything that might serve to improve her martial abilities.  "You advsertised down at the Nest that you were having trouble with a thug of some sort, driving away business or hassling customers?"