Simon glances up from a shawl he'd been admiring. There may not be any point in looking for gifts for River in this place, not knowing if or when he'll be able to return to her, but he can't help it.

All her life, he's looked out for things to make River smile, and that lifetime's habit isn't one he can break.

The clicking of shoes makes him look up as a woman passes, dressed in clothes unlike anything he knows, but with a richness about them that remind him of times long past, of a life that wasn't stuck on the edges of civilization with the people the Core's forgotten.

When she pauses to look at some fabric, he smiles.

"They have some nice things, don't they?"