Off her comment, Lindsey glanced around as well. What had seemed to be a normal but small milling crowd earlier became a group of somewhat more than usual complacement individuals. While he still felt on his guard, he'd barely noticed the calm. "I'd venture to guess some kind of sanctuary spell on the place. Insurance rates are high enough around here without someone destroying the shop on top of that," he murmured as he looked back at the woman he had taken up conversing with.
"I thought I did," he admitted as he stared at the bookshelf again. He could have sworn he'd seen the faintest of red coming off several of the books in no real sense of pattern or order, like a secret revelation. "Maybe it was a trick of the..." But even as he said it, he didn't believe it and his tone indicated that. It was a magic shop after all and each owner had their own way of organizing and security.
He snorted when sanity was commented on. "In this town? There's more than one reason to do it on a consistent basis. And if you do? You're probably saner than a good portion of the population."