The shop didn't have a back room, so when the bell over the door rang, Krem was sitting at one of the drafting tables mid-shop, in the midst of hand-stitching sleeves on a blouse. He did not glance up initially, though he was aware of the young woman--or rather, he was aware of her in the way he was often aware of mages, a sort of curious sense that Tevinters especially were keenly aware of because you had to be, as a soporati.

Besides, most people that he didn't know on sight tended to want to browse the example clothing, the colorful bats of fabric, and the small accessory items he made in batches for rack sale before they spoke to him, so he tended to give them a moment.

When he'd reached a good place to pause in his work, he set the whole blouse aside, and approached the young woman with a soft, friendly smile.