Rosie seemed to be trying to compose herself, that was until he mentioned needing rope. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She coughed lightly, trying to clear her voice. "We have...uh...several different widths of rope...In the back." She turned away, towards a door behind the counter. "It's in the back...I'll get a couple and you can chose the size you want." And with that Rosie hurried, almost too quickly into the store room. Rosie just hoped he didn't mess around with anything. She wasn't lying about the rope, she quickly began to gather several different sizes of rope. Rosie tried to calm herself down, her gang boys would tell her a lot about this guy. He was worse then anyone in the Bass Bell Gang. And if you looked into his eyes he would shoot you dead. 

And Rosie wasn't quite ready to die. She wasn't sure why she was so scared, she was a hardened criminal. She could have wiped out a gun, but she assumed he would be faster. Or maybe he was one of those guys who wouldn't hit a girl. Either way, in her store he was a customer. If he payed he would get the rope, no matter what he planned to do with it. With several different widths of rope, Rosie reentered the shop. She glanced around quickly, hoping to see if he stole anything. "Here you go sir, take your pick." Rosie was making clear efforts not to make eye contact, the gun in her pocket suddenly feeling very heavy.