While Eames waits, there's always plenty to look at in the shop: old maps, fine enamel-work, and most recently a collection of braided mourning lockets. All the pieces are of good quality and displayed to their advantage. While Lan does not openly display anything stolen, she has dabbled in grey market from time to time. From the back of the store, Lan calls out, "Darling, come in, come in. Be welcome and at home." As she winds her way towards the doorway, she tugs a simple shawl over her shoulders as colours burst and ripple over her throat. "You look well, but when do you not?"