Tristram went to answer but stopped himself. He could protest about how long it took him to get the entire shop in order by himself given his lack of height and physical health problems but he did not see the point. If she had simply come to judge his shop by how it appeared to her, she wasn't going to get very far. So far things were not going terribly well.
He picked up his wine to take a small drink, placing the metal cup back down before he hopped down from his stool to walk around to greet her properly. He stood at around 4 feet and 5 inches, dressed in a hand tailored dress shirt, waistcoat and dress trousers. They looked rather fancy with minor silver and deep red detailing along the edges of the waistcoat.
"Yes, I do remember you" he said, looking up at her. He made no comment on her prosthetic, at least for now. It was fascinating to look at, such a clean and elegant design.