I'm terribly sorry boys, but I'm a true blooded merchant, always have been, and always will be. You both seem like decent enough sorts though, so I promise you'll not starve as long as you're working for me.

[Anna hands Rudy a hammer, some nails, and some plywood.]

Since your friend Jack seems to have security settled, would you be a dear and start putting these together here, here, aaaand here? I'd like to get my official store set up soon, and if I don't have my own building, these poor people might think my shop is just as free as every other store in this bizarre place.