Tirarian stopped pressing her wares for a moment, as most of the press had made its way over to the slave market. She could take a break, or have a look at the wares on offer. A handsome young man stepped up to scrutiny, her studious eye browsed over dark muscles and noticed the occasional blemish in the form of bruises. She mused with the idea of buying him, though she didn't entirely agree with the premise of slavery, he wouldn't exactly be a slave, more of an apprentice. She mulled over her finances, chances are prices would go high for this marvellous specimen, but there was no harm in bidding, and another skilled hand would be useful in the lab. 

After a couple of seconds of thinking she came to the conclusion "There's no harm in bidding," and planned to do exactly that