Fortunately-though who for is a mystery-it appears that asking directly is not yet on her mind. Something that will no doubt be complicated a touch if what's in the window changes how it appears at all. Does Anghel see a mere pen, after all? Quite certainly not. Whether the intent to arm oneself makes sense to Reira's own eye just yet, is unimportant for now however. Instead of looking to the pen (or seeming weapon) on display, she finds herself staring at Anghel himself first.

Mostly because deciphering his words is...hmmm. Does she know what a Purveyor is? Even she's unsure, what with how many different cards could have such a fancy title. "....The Purveyor?" She thus asks, blinking. He certainly sounds a but odd, but maybe that's just normal where he's from! She won't be rude.

(....intentionally)

"...are you...afraid to get something before you get someone else something?" She tries, thinking on the meaning of 'greed'. That seems...well, ok, that makes sense, she hasn't really jumped at anything either.

But she doesn't actually Know what she likes, so. She has an excuse, see.