The flatfooted CEO looks away to quickly but rather systematically re-examine his shop's inventory, with wheels spinning behind his eyes (probably water wheels). He looks back to his tall customer once satisfied, as kind-faced as ever.

"Well, ma'am, you know where to find me if it burns a hole in your pocket. I guess there must be something you have your eye on in the wide world of weapons, though." The quaint old cash register goes unremarked upon.