(sweet summer child... sombra is sizing him up in all of that flashy clothing, decides that she has no idea what to think, and turns away when he starts to chatter at her. maybe he'll stay cute, but she doubts it; not one single man stays cute. except victor, he's perpetually adorable.)

The gun stall is further down. Don't make direct eye contact and don't respond to pushy sellers...

(actually, she's gonna give him a little practice round, wheeling back around to him. and she steps directly into his personal space bubble, leaning in with a very sharp tug at his jacket.)

How much? I got things to trade — but if you're that uninterested, I could always just take it off your hands free of charge.