"Yes, yes," she said with the breathy frustration of someone already completely disinterested in a conversation that hadn't even happened yet. She didn't bother to speak the native language either - for all intents and purposes, Glynn was Clovennian now (though a decidedly poor addition), and Blair wouldn't treat it any other way.
"I'm looking for something, I suppose you might carry it if you really consider yourself a true pharmacy and not just the closest thing this little village can conjure," she drifted closer to the counter but never touched it, her footfalls making hardly a sound. Her gaze was elsewhere, looking down the nearest aisle as though the man who managed the place wasn't worth her full attention.
Slowly she rolled her head towards him, and her eyes were like ice. "This is a true pharmacy, mm?"