He was young, and surprised, and trying to help her, and Rose gave him a sympathetic look before turning to the shelves of shoes. A quick skim up one shelf and down the next showed that they all had the same brand as the ones emitting low end suggestion fields. "Are these all Myers shoes?" she asked. "Popular brand these days? They new-ish, in the market?"
Rose pulled a box off the shelf and flipped open the lid, squinting at a pair of what looked like gladiator sandals. "Et tu?" she asked them, before slapping the lid back on and shoving the box back in its place.
"You know anything about the makers of it? Or your shipments? Do you unload them?" She was waving the glowy tip of her sonic at the wall and squinting at the reading. Now that was just odd.