Arthur stopped fiddling with his clothes, wise enough and confident enough to know when enough was enough. He looked down at Raven, who was small, and (to Arthur's eyes) very young, but in a pretty, fresh sort of way. She looked at home rather than out of place, which was saying something in the City. He knew she had seen the gun, and he also knew that despite the smile she wasn't just going to let him stand there. He put his hands in his pockets and slumped a little comfortably on his spine, innocent.
"No, I haven't. Interesting name. What do you sell besides coffee?" He sniffed with hopeful interest.