Nicodemus moved towards her again, shifting around so that he could steer her wards a corner and trap her. There was enough crap in this store that she could be caught around a display. He took her for the type that wouldn't want to destroy anything even if it was to escape.
"You heard me," he pressed, his tone having a slight edge to it. "This is all useless junk that you put your faith in. Don't you have any confidence of your own. Don't you have faith in your own skill?"