The black marketeer is already working on a few crates with a calm, yet wary look as a new customer walks in, sitting on one of the many unpacked crates around the warehouse, flicking his tail back and forth. The crowbar in his hand is pretty well worn, the anthropomorphic Shark taking a break from prying these crates open. He sighs before he turns to the customer coming in, the suit and tophat he's wearing making him look like some mafioso.

“Oh, you're here to buy? Go take a look at what’s in stock today. Might just be something pretty. Or well, what I have opened, haven't gotten these ones yet." Sigmund says, tapping his crowbar on some of the unopened crates.