He let out a huge sigh of relief. It was just the clippy clop hooves. Of all the things for her to know, she picked out the most obvious and easiest to handle. Then he saw her sink. He started to panic. "What?! Oh nononono. Miss, miss. Please?" He found himself kneeling down to her level, hand out but unsure if he should pat her, what if that just sent her further into this scared state. He had to deal with this quickly.

"Sweety, miss? Please? Please look at me." he said as softly as he could, he had just dealt with a hostage situation, he thought he was done with the whole damsel in distress thing. "I don't know what you might be thinking, but I didn't come into your store looking for you. I'm not going to do anything to you. I promise. Ok?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I want to buy my marbles, this chest, and I want you to call me when any new boxes or crates or furniture comes in." J'kelo pushed his business card into her hand and helped her up.

Detective J'kelo Darmac, MDD 19th Ward. phone number