[@WittyWolf]

JG was browsing the interior of the shop as she waited to see if the shopkeeper would show up. She could see rolls of material displayed, but nothing actually tailored into clothing. She was considering stealing some material and simply fashioning it into a loose headscarf rather than a hood when a shadow obscured the door-shaped rectangle of sunlight that had previously shone on the floor. JG tensed up for barely a split-second; only a trained eye would have noticed, before turning her head to look over her shoulder at the figure that was stepping through the entrance. The innocent-looking face she had prepared to mask her dishonest thoughts was momentarily ruined by hesitation and slight shock as she recognised the man who was bowing under the low door frame. She pursed her lips, watching him try to stand as straight as the ceiling would allow him.

"Are you...the shopkeeper?" she asked hesitantly, eyeing him sideways as she mentally explored the possibility of him working in fashion, and in such a small room. As soon as the image formed in her mind she realised how silly a question it was to ask. 

"Sorry, of course you're not. I don't think anyone's here..." she continued, still eyeing him suspiciously, although now with the slightest hint of amusement in her eyes. 

Despite mentally making light of the situation, JG was very aware of the danger of her situation. There was only one entrance she could see, and he was standing between her and it. In addition, the bulk of his size meant it would be very difficult for her to fight him in such an enclosed environment. She had to be very cautious from here on. While she'd fought and won (though not through honest means) against an opponent of his size, it was a long time ago and she wasn't confident in her skills at the moment, especially unarmed. 

Next she started to think about his reasons for being here. He seemed adequately clothed, though I suppose he could want spares. Someone of his size would certainly need to get clothes tailored for him and not bought off the rail. But having encountered him earlier made her all the more suspicious of his intentions. Perhaps she had not been as discreet as she had imagined whilst observing him from afar, and perhaps he had been following her after all. She shuffled on her feet uncomfortably. It was unlikely the shopkeeper would return any time soon, and it had probably been a mistake announcing no one else was there. 

"Do you know any other tailors in the market?" she asked, her voice soft-spoken and slightly higher pitched than her casual tone, to appear less threatening. Not that she would look in any way threatening to someone of his size.