Leatherwork she's done, though cobbling makes her hands sore. She gives an approving nod, and thumbs at her nose, casting a quick glance at the stall. Not much out there ruder than stealing business but she's low on coin and hungry for it; forgive her, she will pay it back later.

(Or at least she intends to, but her memory–)

The sales pitch: "I've my own materials, and I take my own time. No list, and with you my only custom? Done in hours."