He hears a familiar voice as he's picking up one of his purchases. A decent side-arm and a solid knife are enough to keep him going for now. Anything bigger than that, like a battle rifle, he's probably going to want to pick up somewhere a little less... public. Yeah, let's go for public. It sounds better.

He glances over his shoulder when he hears Abby's voice, and watches for a moment as she tries to get the man behind the counter to show her knives. Of course, he's trying to fob her off.

He shouldn't get involved. He has his purchases. He can leave and no-one will be the wise.

"You don't want that one," he says instead, walking up behind Abby. "It's pretty but that blade looks pretty brittle. It's for hanging up on a wall somewhere."