The answer he'd received was not very illuminating, but his further investigation wasn't any clearer either.
The shop was still just a shop. Parts on the shelves. There were a few costumers inside, not many. No one was paying any attention to them. Well, one of the other costumers had passed him earlier and had been annoyed by his music, and he caught them shooting another annoyed glance at him. But he didn't care.
He turned all the way around until he was face to face with the young woman again. She had an accent. Was she a student?
"Followed what?" he asked. He didn't stop the music. His right, metal hand at his side started spinning the fidget spinner again.