Gnawing on her lip for a moment, Shannon studied the book until Maeve closed it. She opened her mouth to ask the other woman a question, then stopped, not wanting to insult her. She was clearly a shop girl, but only at the moment. Even though it didn't seem likely to Shannon that a potioneer would be manning the front of the shop, it didn't mean it wasn't possible.
"Who would be brewing the potion?" she asked, although she wasn't sure why, it didn't really matter who so long as they were capable.