Nic stands close to Huang and sighs heavily.
Nic: The old man says both girls come in frequently. Hasn't seen Mingxia Thomas in a week. Sarah, the friend, came in looking for her four days back though, so it sounds like Sarah isn't involved with the disappearance and didn't even know Mingxia was really missing at first.
Nic: I don't think the shopkeep knows anything else. He doesn't give the impression of being deceptive, but I haven't pushed him. If you can think of any more detailed questions for the old man, go chat with him, and I'll try smooth-talking your ladyfriend, here.
Nic motions over his shoulder towards the price-gun woman.
Nic: Ming Shi seems to have vanished, so I'm assuming she's taking care of business in the back. One of us should check with her in a few minutes, see what she's up to.
Nic stops to take a worn plastic chair from beside the counter, and then approaches the woman with the pricing gun. He waits patiently for her to look at him, then slightly bows his head in a deferential manner, setting the chair in the aisle.
Nic: Please, ma'am, you are working far too hard for one of your demure nature! Take a moment to sit. It must be difficult taking care of this shop, doing all the work without much help. Can I get you something? Would you like a water, or a juice? Perhaps a moist cloth to wipe your hands?