They look about their store, eyes moving casually to each protective measure they've installed since someone had tried to intrude here. They hate that it shook them so much, made them feel small and useless after they had been the one to change the world. Hunters have walked through their doors before, seeking out the same glamour charms and protective jewelry that the humans and witches do. They make a point not to ask them what they intend to do with her work. A little plausible deniability worked wonders.
They take an extra second to lock away anything corrosive or reactive before their next client turns up. Just in case. Much of their merchandise is fragile and between the attack and the hurricane, they don't have much tolerance for yet another shake-up.
When Nico enters, they have their materials prepared, presuming he wants the same spell as always. They raise a hand in greeting before getting straight to the point, signing slowly as they speak. "Let me see what damage you've done to it this time." Their work is sturdy, but everything about Nico screams that he's never met an impulse he's tried to stop.
There's a mutually beneficial angle to this relationship, a modicum of safety in exchange for a mostly harmless spell, but Kore's back is stiffer than usual as they regard him, like they're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing. "The usual then?" // @poiscns
