Hi Webby. [the attendant is a little grubby but looks as though he's trying very hard to put his best foot forward, working in a shop like a respectable person] I'm Ragetti. That's really somethin' you've got there!

[while he examines the grappling gun eagerly, Lydia looks around for the door which leads to the roof.]

Be careful, Ragetti, it could go off and hit something pretty fast. Like ... like a musket.

Oh, this thing here - yeah, wow. Uh. This is really complicated. I'd have to let the blacksmith look at it.

What about pictures? After I take the pictures of Webby, I can take some pictures of the gun. [she gives Webby an understanding smile] That way you won't be without it for long, in case you need it. It's pretty special, after all...