[Cadence roughly slides her chair in, gripping her purse straps tightly in her other hand.]

Again, I. doubt. it. I don't know what sort of little klepto-hoard you've made for yourself, but amassing a pile of mail-order gold coins does not cement your place in my industry.

[She actually wants to return to this store dammit; in an attempt to avoid a scene she heads out the door out towards the street, heading...somewhere, anywhere that isn't at that stupid table with him.]