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Sliding the hat from his head, he peered around the shop.
"Just wondering if you have any discounts. My favorite pistol exploded in some fire recently, and I’d like a new one."
Helena frowned thoughtfully, trying to think back on Hook's purchases. "Is the one you're referring to the vintage one you bought off of me?"
"That obvious, yeah?" Peter asked, scratching his ear to make himself feel less uncomfortable by the whole thing.
"A bit. What is the motive for having the gun -- revenge or simply protection?"
"Have you’ve ever known me to be shy?"
"What can I do for you, Captain?"
"I’m guessing pepper spray would be small stuff for you?"
"I have the type that could blind someone. Does that tickle your fancy?"
"One that shoots people." From anyone else, it might have been utterly sarcastic but from Peter, that was his genuine requirements. He didn’t know how this sort of thing worked, knew nothing about brands and sizes.
All he was sure of was she did and hopefully she wouldn’t rip him off.
"That is generally the concept of a gun." Helena replied slowly, her face remaining neutral even though she was feeling a conglomeration of amusement and confusion. "Let me guess, first time?"
It wasn’t so much that he was shy, more uncomfortable. Guns weren’t Peter’s thing, they never had be. He left that to the hitmen, now that didn’t feel like the best way to do things.
"Alright.." He said, stepping further into the station, trying to read the vibe of it and her. He thought he’d seen her around once or twice, mostly in passing.
"I need a gun. Want one."
Helena tossed one of the dresses on the counter, turning around to see who was her visitor. She was shocked, to say the least, that it was Peter Pan standing in her doorway. Peter had never bought from her before. "What a pleasant surprise.... What kind were you eyeing?"
"There’s a good reason for that?"
"If I say there is. Now what is it that you need?"
Once the woman was fully dressed, Plato glanced back up from the floor again. He usually didn’t do deliveries, but Dom was busy, so he’d had to. “Um, we had a package for you delivered at the Shop…”
"Oh?" Helena questioned, raising an eyebrow. Usually, her deliveries went straight here. But the Shop made sense as well. She stretched out her hand for the aforementioned package. "Any idea of the contents?"
So far, John was amused with the experience, or was it Helena’s curious sense of humour? He would normally send Robbie or Silver to take care of the arsenal.
"Yes, I did," he showed her the case of his pistol with all its contents.
Helena accepted the case, opening it up to inspect the contents. Her fingers daintily brushed against pistol before glancing back up. "Do you like this model or would you prefer to try another type?"
"Let me guess, I don’t look terrifying enough?" Sadie attempted to joke, but the woman in front of her truthfully freaked her out. "It’s only guns, then?"
"Your picture isn't on file." Helena replied, evident that she was not one for joking with. "Any sort of weapons... Guns, knives, bombs but I only sell that with good reason."
"You don’t have to use my full name, in any case, you’re missing the Napoleon," John’s small talk was irrelevant, yet, his eyes were wandering around the place; bringing back memories of Veronica and Robert’s comments regarding the location.
"I’m here for my yearly upgrade."
"Alright, John Napoleon Darling." There was sarcasm there if someone cared to dig deep enough to find it. But tonally, it came out in the same blank way that Helena always spoke. "Did you bring last year's piece?"
"I’m not really sure yet. What do you do here?"
"I'm an arms dealer." Helena answered with a raised eyebrow as she appraised the young girl. She really did not have the patience or the time for wanderers; this was a business, after all. "And you're neither a Lost Boy or a Roger."
"Oh. You’re busy. Sorry. I’ll just go…"
"Don't worry. I doubt it's something you haven't seen before." Helena answered breezily as she pulled the sweater over her head. Fluffing her hair, she pursed her lips before turning to face the guest. "You have my full attention."
"Okay then… Do you normally get changed out here?"
"I have a meeting to pack for. Can I help you with something?"
"Not shy."
"Then, how can I help you?" Helena replied, finally glancing over her shoulder. Setting one of her dress selections back on the counter, she raised an eyebrow before she continued: "John Darling."
