[His scandal comes off to her as anger, and she tenses her shoulders, hackles raised in kind,]

I am sorry, I cannot help it if I don't remember everyone who has come into my father's shop.

[Because she definitely doesn't remember a Richie from the people she normally speaks to back home. Putting a hand beside she, she begins to push herself back up to her feet.]

Speaking of- I need to return. He's waiting on me to get back to him with these plants.

[Said totally straight-faced. As if she's been doing this every day of her life. As if that her father didn't die ten-thousand years ago and was waiting back home with open arms.]