With eyes gliding across the merchandise within the small shop, Rabastan's ears perked up at the sound of quiet surrounding his entire being. It was slightly too eerie for his taste, especially since he enjoyed loud noises around every corner. As long as some racket was occurring around him, then he would have been satisfied, like the slight scurring or spider legs against their cages or on solid surfaces. However, an exceeding amount of quietness had caused him to be more alert for an unexpected attack. That was something that his brother had taught him years ago in their teenage years. Quite a few things had stayed with him that the elder Lestrange had taught or spoke to him. It was all he had left of the man anyway. Nothing to cling on too, even with the old Lestrange manor laying vacant these days.
Rabastan kept the same position at the hint of the woman's voice, who sounded very familar. With just the sound of her voice, he became immediantly confused. He had just looked at her a few moments before and the entire area around him. Alecto was no where in the current vicinity. However, there her voice had been engulfing the room. Ironically, he couldn't place the two and two together as quickly as he should have.
The same voice, but a different body? There was no way that Alecto could have changed her appearence that drastically. At least, he thought there wasn't a concrete way to look that differently. Rabastan did notice how attractive the woman behind the desk had been, but that didn't change the fact that he honestly thought Alecto was a gorgeous beast as well. Pushing that all aside though, he didn't think that the adrenline rush of the kill would come quickly, spiders creeping closer slowly hadn't phased him one bit either, he tilted his head back slowly allowing the cloth of the hood slide back just slightly. It wasn't a big deal if the clerk saw his identity any longer, especially since she wasn't going to live that much longer.
"Now, that isn't a way to treat customers. And you know how the saying goes, the customer is always right," he replied to her short two sentences. A hand already reached for his own wand within his robes. Allowing his fingers to clasp along the smooth surface of the wand, Rabastan pulled it out swiftly and turned his own body to face the woman. Eyes narrowed at the other in the room, he felt the rest of his hood slip off of his head to hang limply. "Sometimes, one has to be a hooded figure. I thought one would be used to such an attire in a place of the sort."