She was right. Rip snickered softly. "I should haf guessed it vas zhe Hellsing Voman. Ve haf a bit of a history I guess you could zay." They couldn't stand each other and Rip was more than happy to admit she planned on making the woman's life.. interesting in ways she would not like.

Rip stepped into the room and broke into a fang filled grin at the items she was seeing. "Yes, I ran a leather shop in zhe last place I inhabited. I did everyzhing from kill zhe beasts, to tanning zhe hide... to dying it und making zhings out of it. It vas fun doing something constructive vith my hands for once instead of destructive." She was gravitating towards the restraints and outfits, running her fingers over the material and feeling a little more... relaxed.

"I'm Rip van Winkle if you're vondering, und I haf to say your shop iz fantastic~."