Borrow his cloak. That time, Sarah couldn't help but clap slightly in pleasure, even with his remarks about Padawans. Knowing now who he truly was, she knew there was a chance he didn't know his future, even with the media readily available. She wasn't certain, of course, but perhaps she would discover if he did or not and then could caution him if he truly did not know. It wasn't her place to tell, as he might not even want to know his future, but she could warn him it was out there.
And she wouldn't take his cloak, but the gesture was very sweet and it did delight her.
"The next weekend would probably be best to go," she mused, then smiled. "If you'll be here when I come in during the week, it'll give us a chance to get better acquainted. Then you won't be out shopping with a total stranger."
And she meant that, and not just him knowing her. It didn't matter if his whole life had been laid out in a movie or not, these things here were only shadows of the lives and worlds they were about. He was a person and he deserved the same respect of the act of 'getting to know you' that all people did, rather than assumptions. Not that she was totally setting aside those movies, or the feeling she knew him, but she wouldn't let that be the only thing that shaped it.
And then, belatedly, his words sunk in, set at bay for those few moments by her excitement. "Completely confident, huh?" she asked, the smile widening into another grin. "How completely? In a 'you don't want to sell me death sticks, you want to go home and rethink your life' sort of way?" And with that mimicked recitation even came the artful hand gesture. As far as impressions went, it might have been considered rather good, as it was one of the things she was good at as far as the previously mentioned theatrical skills went.