Arthur doesn't look back at her but he does scoff quietly, still skimming through the cards until he finds the one he's looking for, drawing one of the copies out.
"Not my business, is it?" he points out, a brow arched up as he holds the card out for Sara. "This place does more 'specialised' clothing and if they don't carry the materials you'd prefer, they'll order it in."
Sara's not the only one who's gone around looking for alterations for concealed weaponry, after all. Of course Arthur's collected contacts around the city.
"They don't ask questions, but if they ask who sent you, tell them it was Sol."
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Arthur doesn't look back at her but he does scoff quietly, still skimming through the cards until he finds the one he's looking for, drawing one of the copies out.
"Not my business, is it?" he points out, a brow arched up as he holds the card out for Sara. "This place does more 'specialised' clothing and if they don't carry the materials you'd prefer, they'll order it in."
Sara's not the only one who's gone around looking for alterations for concealed weaponry, after all. Of course Arthur's collected contacts around the city.
"They don't ask questions, but if they ask who sent you, tell them it was Sol."