"Flamin' geeks," she tuts, though she's somewhat entertained. "Why I let myself in for these things..."
"If he damages them," announces a disembodied Cockney voice, "He'll have to pay for 'em. Though some'ow I doubt he's the type."
The entire bookshelf next to Reid slides jerkily to the left to allow a plump, middle-aged woman to emerge into view, the sequins on her crimson sari glinting in the dim light of the shop as she attempts to push flyaway salt-and-pepper hair back into place. "Did I hear you say y'wanted a torch, luv?"
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"Flamin' geeks," she tuts, though she's somewhat entertained. "Why I let myself in for these things..."
"If he damages them," announces a disembodied Cockney voice, "He'll have to pay for 'em. Though some'ow I doubt he's the type."
The entire bookshelf next to Reid slides jerkily to the left to allow a plump, middle-aged woman to emerge into view, the sequins on her crimson sari glinting in the dim light of the shop as she attempts to push flyaway salt-and-pepper hair back into place. "Did I hear you say y'wanted a torch, luv?"