Eric took a lean against the large bin in the center of the store. His arms crossed his chest; he was definitely giving off the "I'm the boss here" vibe. It wasn't that difficult seeing as he was the only one present for the moment. Other than the cute chick.
"Sorry, doesn't matter if you started them in Madagascar and rode a flying koala all the way here singing to calm some evil deity; no sea shanties before some time to be specified. No signs are needed as most people know that sea shanties aren't sung this early in the day." Eric had no idea what time it was; he didn't bother looking for a clock because he knew there really wasn't one to look at.
"Depends on who's looking." He could have guessed who she was. Guessed rather easily. "If it's the FBI, no. If it's some Mistress of the Cake, possibly."