He stepped in and let the door shut behind him, but he stayed by the door and kept his hand near one of his weapons. Wriggling his toes inside his boots, he glanced all round the shop he found himself in and was hard-pressed not to stare at the food on display. What the fuck was going on?
"I, uh. Thank you, ma'am. You should probably sit down." Pregnant women needed to sit, right? Sore backs and all that. And besides, he could keep an eye on her better if she was in one place.