Bomba fell in easily beside him, grinning slightly as she took two steps to keep up with his longer legs. Practice made perfect. "I wouldn't respect you if you did," she shot back, blinking at the apparition, taken slightly by surprise, but eying the shop appreciatively. "I like it." She said after a moment. "It works."
"Of course." She wasn't an artist, but it wasn't hard to find pictures of, and she patted her side pocket as they entered the shop which smelled of ink and antiseptic. Her eyes went wide as she took it all in, grinning. "Wow."