Erren walked towards the shop, sky in tow,many begun to reload his revolver. Leaving the graveyard behind was an easy task, yet he couldn't understand how some people found it so hard to peel themselves away. People were dead, yes, but there was truly nothing that could be done to save them; not even the continuum could. Even still, the idea of praying to Gods for the peace of souls, or even talking to the graves in any manner was looked upon by him as nothing but mad triviality created by people that could not let go of the people they had lost. Maybe the people who did such things weren't mentally capable to deal with change and loss, but there were some that could handle the stress. It felt so alien to him; so otherworldly that he couldn't fathom it.

Approaching the shop from the side, Erren heard an unmistakably thick accent from... Was it Scotish, or something else? He couldn't quite tell, but coming to the entrance pretty much forced him to a conclusion. A girl with a thick accent, missing eye and red hair? Definitely Scotish, even if it was pretty uncommon for someone with that thick an accent to be around these parts. There were a couple others who seemed to have come to trade or whatnot, but the woman seemed the most... Unapproachable. 
[b]"Kim, hey. This kid giving you trouble?"[/b] he asked, looking at the woman with a cold stare of distrust. Then he tapped the revolver to the side of his head in a slight attempt to threaten her.
[b]"If she is, why don't we show her how I deal with people who come knocking on a door of outcasts after a large number of us were killed? Should make for a great... Spectacle..."[/b] he said, a small smile creasing the sides of his lips as he finished.

Kim was a quiet person, as everyone knew, but there was a lot more to her than everyone probably thought. She almost looked like a personal war front slave; throwing herself into the line of battle like a freaking suicide bomber, with deadly skills to boot. Erren took a couple guess a while back, with most coming to the possible conclusion she might have had some kind of inferiority complex. To throw herself into war on a whim or flip of a coin seemed a little... Absurd, to say the least, but it was like she didn't care. Either she was extremely cocky, or mostly crazy, or a bit of both. Yet, neither seemed to fit her entirely perfectly. She had the skills to warrant an ego, but the ferocity and willingness to complete insanity. But nothing seemed to be a perfect piece to finish her psyche. Erren had taken quite a while trying to figure out what the hell was going on inside her head, but only ever coming to the idea of 'inventing a brain extrapolation device and cutting her head open'. For some reason, though, that didn't seem very appealing.

He stood in front of both Kim and the Scotish woman, holding the revolver slightly upwards past his head, but resting against it. Then, he brought it down to hip height and aimed it at her.
[b]"Please, state your true intentions before I put a bullet through your spleen. That, or show us what you have to either sell or trade, because we aren't really in the mood for petty games."[/b] he said, the last of the light in the sky glinting in his eyes, [b]"And don't lie to me, or our little friend on the roof will be the least of your worries."[/b] he finished, the smile that cracked his lips blossoming into a smile of enjoyment. He hadn't held someone at gunpoint since he took a couple Gamers hostage a few months back, and he felt elated; ecstatic. A feeling that couldn't be rivalled by anything.