She must have had questions, but she was a professional and a shopkeeper, and knew better than to pry into the affairs of her customers, even the odd ones. And perhaps she had seen stranger things yet in the course of running her stall.
Moon-eyes handed over a silver, producing it seemingly out of thin air, though in all likelihood it came from somewhere within the depths of their sleeves instead. There was certainly room enough to hide a great deal in all their layers of clothing.