He noticed her near clinging but frankly couldn't blame her. The old man, however harmless, was another level of uncomfortability. Jefferson held the book as Emma searched her pockets, his eyes shifting quickly between her and the clerk behind the counter, wide and perplexed.
Discussing a form of payment had clearly slipped their minds. Having never necessarily needed to use any of the forms of payment from her world, Jefferson didn't carry anything on him.
After a long, dull blink, the man seemed to deem her kind of payment worthy, holding his hand out to accept the bills and change. Normally, Jefferson would have opted to haggle, but, this man had only moved once--hardly--sunce they'd come in. It probably would have been likened to speaking to a wall. "Right. Perfect, thanks."
He placed the book more gently this time back into Emma's hands, taking her shoulders and guiding her back out of the store. "Well, that might be a problem...I hope these people barter."