She could easily pretend that this was just a regular shop, and she was doing this thing where she pushed it all aside anyway, so she was fine, it was fine.
And apparently Jefferson was happy. She really couldn't help but laugh, trailing her fingers over a swatch sample chart of fabrics, "You want me to leave you alone for a minute there with this beauty?" She teased lightly, looking around. This was more than likely the mother load for hat fixing utensils.
Maybe just for him in general as far as contentment went. It was kitted out at least, and more welcoming than a dusty old bookshop too. "Think there's anyone here?"