"Ah--!" Syrlya just about jumps when she comes up behind him, quickly wheeling around and leaning back to stare at her. "Oh, hello Carly. Is... that what it's called?"

He had no idea, honestly. All of this stuff is foreign to him. "I was just looking, really."

The shopkeeper from the cash register perks up at the common--some long, spindly figure that leans far sideways to get a peek at them with apparent interest.