An armored figure hunches as he steps near to the book store, his helm removed, showing a face that is scarred and rather craggy to look it, his features slightly equine and suggesting unsubtle gene-forging. He rumbles a response to Eiji's offer.

"A flyer? Very well, what are you selling?" His eyes flick to the bookstore's front, and he nods, "Ah."

He will take a flier and eye it.