Regulus nodded vaguely as the owner called out from the back of the shop, not even bothering to turn and look back or answer properly. He didn't even notice when the man didn't complete his sentence, but continued on his way to the door. It was another disappointment, but he was learning to contend with them. It items were meant to be found, if they were meant to return to the hands of the Black family, they would. Undoubtedly, many objects were lost forever.
His hand was rested on the door, and he was so consumed within his own thoughts that he didn't notice the other occupant in the store until the man had called out to him. Regulus raised his head, looking to where the other was standing, his hand still momentarily, fingers still about the knob, but no longer opening.
"Yes, they are," Regulus acknowledged, his tone polite. It was the sort of voice that his mother had trained him to use, soft and allowing, but still maintaining a sort of cordial distance. His gaze scanned the other briefly, and felt an odd sort of deja vu. He didn't think that he knew the other person, but there was something that lilted of familiarity, but Regulus couldn't place him in the slightest. He tried to pull his eyes away, to keep from openly staring at the other. It had to be a trick of his mind, didn't it? Still, he couldn't keep from feeling that there was something he was missing.
"But most wouldn't realize that any longer." Regulus added after a moment, not quite sure why he said it. Before he could even think of stopping himself, the sentence was out though, an invitation to continue the conversation. He was curious and wanted to know who the other was, but it seemed that he was always lacking in knowledge lately, chasing after names and faces and events that had faded into the past.