Sal doesn't look grumpy at the interruption, having little in the way of real manners herself, but she does look slightly surprised. She's grown real accustomed to her presence being tolerated, at best, or so it goes back in her home world when you're a pissed off rogue mage on the loose, promising nothing but chaos and a whole lot of bad luck. Sometimes it's jarring to be reminded how little her past means here.

(Sometimes it's just strange that people want her around.)

"Huh, this one?" She points to the comic in question, a pretty fucking exciting story by her own standards. Guns blazing, swords clashing, epic godly battles and even a cute but subtle romantic sub-plot or two. Can't blame the kid for his curiosity on that one, she's been meaning to catch up on this series herself.

...Okay, look. She can probably stick around for a little while, maybe? Sal turns to look over in the direction of the graphic novels, wondering whether he can manage to reach high enough on the shelf without climbing. And even beyond that, does the kid have money to buy things?

Fuck, it's difficult enough trying to figure out how to take care of her cat, she can't imagine having to worry about another person.

"Come on, I'll help you out," she says with less cheery enthusiasm and more blunt determination. Sal gestures for the boy to follow. "They're stacked up on the high shelf."