It was true that Sal had his suspicions regarding Schroedinger's answer, but he didn't betray his doubts, at this point hardly concerned if his teammate was befriending the enemy. If he played friendly with the catboy, it would come in handy later and perhaps he could gain information from him.
"You're a sweetheart." He winked.
Lifting off from the wall, Sal began to languidly move about the shop, eyes drifting around, quietly observing the space. "And what're you doing here, kiddo?" His gaze flickered to whatever it was Schroedinger was coveting. "It's a big city, but it's not that big. You come here often?"