"I don't know, you're the one who made the comment. I find it hard to believe you didn't know this was my store before coming in." She nodded at his question, motioning him to follow. It wasn't much, more of a place for her to do paperwork and keep supplies to make the potions. "I hope this will do. Don't mind the mess, I'm usually the only one back here."
"Anthony," she hissed, looking at him worriedly. "Should you be telling me all this? I mean...terrorist. That makes you sound like one of them!" Sally-Anne bit her lip, playing the perfect worried friend. A rebel. She had hoped for better out of him. "Yes, but what kind of friend would I be if I let you get yourself caught or worse? You could check on me through the journals. I think you're trying to start trouble," she said, her smile betraying any annoyance she might have.