"Yes, Miss. It looks like nothing special on the outside, but like the boss says about books and covers." He grins curving his arm like so much a net for catching flitting butterflies, and proceeds to usher the young lady to the end of the line.

"The name's Reep, and I am here to serve you." He then bows his head and twirls his free arm in the caricature of a cordial bow. "At least if there's anything you need sortin' out back here. Inside, you'd best speak to the boss if you find anything's sadly lacking."

The grin, for being a human grin, might seem awful wide, all of a sudden.