"Uh huh..." she tapped her chin thoughtfully. This was how Neptune spoke when he wanted his trident. And Sam had dropped by a couple of times for some very specific items so she was suspicious of that guy too. She stood up tall and reached for a pad of paper and a pen.
"Well. By rare you probably mean old as shit, and all the old as shit rare stuff my mom keeps in the back show room, which she grants showings of by appointment only. Name? And you can give me your real name, if you'd like," ha, she was so not sneaky but she decided to give that a shot anyway.