Geralt
You make your may through the store, past numerous people and servitors, and up to within earshot of the blue-haired girl. She raises her head from the deck of cards she's holding in her hands as you speak, looking at you with tired eyes. "What?" She asks with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Owner. Not really, but close enough. Why?" Her voice is pleasant, vibrant and melodic, as she speaks.
Siegfried
The man quickly grab your money, counting them between two fingers, and pocket them. "Excellent. Yep, this'll do. Heh." He says and note something down on a piece of paper using a broken pencil. "Um, your name Sir?... I will send a courier when is fixed, yeah?"
Zarkov
The servitor stare blankly at you as it registers your request for a few moments, with a low humming sound coming from the crude-looking box that's been attached to the back of its head. "Of course, Sir. We aim to be of service, and have many types of munitions and weapons attachments available; standard Gundel-Marcellus 12-Guage shells are sold here in bulks of 20 shells per one throne gelt. For shotguns we also carry melee attachments for 35 throne gelts."
Drake
The servitor accepts your money with a synthetic "Thank you for your business", and stash it in a safebox placed just behind it.
"Thank you." The young lady say with a small smile. "Though las weapons are lacking in stopping power, are they not? As a gun enthusiast; what would you reccomend for that?" She asks you, her eyes still scanning you.