Well, the kid doesn't seem real concerned with hanging out by himself. Sal's got to shrug. While she might have some vague sense of concern, it's more to the point that she knows fuck all about kids and what they should and shouldn't get up to. Kind of the opposite of an authority figure, honestly, so she let's the topic go with an easy roll of her shoulders.

Besides, for at least this day, there's no strange emergencies or monsters running through the streets, preying on whatever they can find. Fuck, this place really is weird on the best of days. "Yeah? Well as far as Jeopardy is concerned, you could do a fuck of a lot worse than this shop. For the few times I've been in, they seem to carry a pretty extensive stock."

She gestures to the stack under her arm. There's some action novels, even some comic books (there's a lot of cool fighting art, alright?), and some stuff that seems more geared to adults. "It's better than buying everything online, anyway. Sometimes you just need to get out and fly for a while."

Speaking of, maybe she should let this boy look around more? Don't be a rude dick, Sal.

"Better let you get back it," she says with a small half-grin. Less grouchy in appearance than before, at least, as if the casual conversation is enough to lighten her load for a while. "See you around, huh?"