Sarya paused at the shop's entrance, allowing Milena the time to approach. With a pensive glance back toward the door, Sarya does as the woman asks, pulling the bottom of her mask down with one hand and the top with the other. Her hair was a matted, tangled, and unflattering mess thanks to the previous night's rain and the heat of the day but in all other respects her appearance was unchanged from her previous visits.<br/><br/>As Milena spews her insults, Sarya walks passed her deeper into the shop, busying herself with examining a few objects as Milena speaks. The vitriol directed at herself she could tolerate; after all, "cannibal" was hardly as insulting as Milena likely hoped it was. It was the jab at her people as a whole that caused Sarya to shoot a hateful glance back at the other woman. Her mouth curved slightly with a sly smile as she approached. Sarya wasn't about to let someone take swings at her people without answering in kind. "Good to see you again too, vulture. Always profiting off the work of others. Like all of<em>your</em>kind."<br/><br/>Sarya glances down at the woman's spit on the floor before reaching toward her belt and withdrawing Buckman's pouch of coins. She drops it onto a surface, letting Milena hear its weight and the jingling of the coins contained within. "I came here to barter for information." Sarya's tone was cold and detached, the hints of anger having subsided - she was here for business and there was no point for her to continue being petty. Her hand dives into her satchel, pulling the business card out and presenting it to Milena. "This man knew something about my daughter. What can you tell me of him and his business?"