Though she had only just arrived and, thus, had no pressing need for anything, Jeanne thought it would be prudent to prepare herself for such a time when she could, potentially, require an item of some sort or another. With her current circumstances being what they were, it was, frankly, inevitable. With that in mind, she was inside the store, Pheri’s Cornerstore, browsing and looking the place over with a cursory glance, simply taking note of what could be found there, and how much of the land’s currency would be necessary if she wished to acquire any sort of item. It was the wise thing to do, preparation, and she was no longer the type to rely on others to do the work for her. A saint might work side by side with the being who she trusted, but then, she had grown beyond such necessities, had she not? She was not Jeanne D’Arc the saint, not anymore.
It was the shockingly bright red hair which drew her attention. She couldn’t help her interest in them, despite her typical attitude towards humanity as a whole. She, as Jeanne D’Arc Alter, as Avenger, needed nobody to aid her, had no need to cry out for another with no answer after the services she rendered. And yet...She was weakened with her arrival in this new land. An ally (yes, it would be an ally, nothing more or less would be acceptable to her) could only be a good thing, no? With that decided, she approached them, a slightly arrogant smirk on her face, her hand close to the sword on her hip...Just in case. “Tch. Flashy, aren’t you?” She asked, referencing the very bright hair which had drawn her eye in the first place.
