She pursed her lips again in disappointment when he replied to her second question. Back to square one, then. With his next sentence she realised she may not have been so successful in hiding her intentions earlier and he made it quite clear that he probably wouldn't just let her take something from the shop. She smirked mischievously then flashed a toothy grin, like a child who'd been caught reaching for the cookie jar but knew there'd be no punishment for the crime had not yet been committed. If he'd paid attention, he might have noticed her canines seemed filed to a point, though only for the instance of that grin, for somehow it was not visible otherwise. Most would assume they had imagined it. 

She watched him curiously as he fondled a metallic piece of cloth. The more she interacted with him, the less threatening he became. In fact, he seemed to be making a visible effort not to intimidate her, despite his obvious ability to fight from the weapons he was carrying. She took the opportunity to observe his weapons from close-range. They were unusual; they seemed like standard weapons, but complicated by machinery. She couldn't begin to imagine what the enhancements did. He also seemed to be wearing one of those weird arm gadgets. 

She frowned when he announced trouble in the market. "What sort of trouble?" she asked, her voice deepening slightly with seriousness. "Something I should be aware about?".

When he offered his hand she flinched slightly, less at ease with a friendly gesture than she was with an aggressive one. She eyed his hand like she would a poisonous snake, though she knew he probably really only was offering it as a sign of trust. She looked up from his hand to his face, visibly finding the situation awkward, and shook her head, signifying she would not shake it, though her expression showed she meant no offence from it. 

"I'm sorry, I don't..." she didn't finish her sentence, but let it trail off, hoping he would understand.

"I'm JG. Pleased to meet you." she bowed her head slightly and slowly, though making sure to keep her eyes on him. Clearly she didn't trust him enough. And rightly so; if he decided to grip her hand rather than shake it, she was sure she wouldn't be able to get out of it.