You curiously enter the gun shop, after passing by it many times before. Said gun shop had many customers because of the nearby bloodsport called “Merc Fleet”. Shelldon sits at the front desk, staring intently at the two monitors on said desk. His Protogen visor displays a focused expression until he noticed you, which promptly turns into a small smile. “Hey there buddy! Looking to buy something?” asked Shelldon cheerfully in his robotic voice.