A sharp whistle could be heard from the ceiling as Marion took full attention. The steady voice of Shiba called down, [b]"Hey, he dropped the cross, mind going over to pick it up. Don't worry I got you covered from up here."[/b] he stated, and Marion called back in return, [i]"I got it!"[/i] Her voice was smooth and low like a woman that knew exactly what she was doing at all times. 

Walking around the counter quickly, she went out the doors and squatted down into the dirt where the cross was laid. Looking at it curiously, she dare not touch it yet without a good examination. It appeared to be relatively harmless, a basic cross. [i]"Wonder why he'd leave a lower case T on our front lawn!"[/i] Marion called up, teasining inappropriately to Shiba before picking it up and examining it closer. Her jokes were in bad taste, and she often wondered if Shiba would just shoot her in the back of the head one of these days. She turned the cross over and over in her hands. She would give this to Drake when he returned, knowing that he out of anyone would appreciate the gift.

Very suddenly her almond eyes glanced up to be met with a not very tall boy (Mari was around  5ft 2), with his hands raised up. Marion's mouth gaped, as she pulled the cross close to her chest. [b]"Open?"[/b] the boy called, and Marion nodded her head, the mess of brown dreads that adorned her head shaking with it. Taking a better look at the boy and his belongings, Mari couldn't help but notice the bag seeping with blood. [i]"We don't take human parts over here."[/i] Marion stated as nonchalant as one could say that statement. She made a little smirk, [i]"Not so good to eat once the maggots get em'"[/i] she played, looking up at Shiba and placing three of fingers in the air. This signaled that if she didn't hear anything from them within three minutes, something had gone wrong.

[i]"Follow me."[/i] Marion cooed, jamming the cross into the side of her black boots, fitting tight against the cuff of her jeans as she made her way around the counter. Leaning down she picked up a very abused table cloth and laid it across the counter. This was to have an easy clean up if the trader's items were on the messier side. Which from the looks of the bags, they were going to be. [i]"Alright, let's see what you got, and you may even get something back in return."[/i] she patted the counter, urging the boy to empty out his belongings.