Stacey's mouth seemed to be spewing things out faster than Greg could keep up with, too, but it might have helped if he'd been giving her more than half his attention. He was, at least, glad when she stood up because looking down at her had been giving him a crick in the neck. With some vague idea that Stacey wanted to be shown the way to the shop, since she hadn't seem sure of its location or even if it existed, Greg nodded. "Yeah, okay," he added.
Greg would have been perfectly happy to walk in silence, but now that it seemed they were going to be spending at least a few minutes of time together, his mind was slowly processing information. "Stacey what?" he asked. Not the most polite question, but he was used to knowing who he was talking to and it was the quickest way to find out.