"Pft," J.J. snorted, but grinned as he shook her hand, "Lady, I own this place." He let go of her hand and headed over to the drawing table where he had her artwork and anything Mike had done before he left laid out. "You're taking this pretty well though. Most of his clients have been getting his return address and leaving." He probably wasnt helping the situation by having a shitty attitude about it, but then again, most people were more loyal to the artist than the shop. He couldn't blame them.
He scooped up the art and indicated for her to follow him to his station, "That leads me to believe this is your first. Or at least, you've never had work done by Mike before." She had no visible tattoos anyway, it was a safe assumption.