"Hi," Julia replies, a little surprised, though she doesn't know why, to have run into someone. It seemed quiet when she first came inside, sure, but it's still a store, presumably with customers and staff. If they sell this many different kinds of instruments and equipment, she'd guess they must do reasonably well for themselves, too. Maybe it's just that she feels a little like she's been caught, like she's indulging a guilty pleasure, though for a bright, brief time, she managed to make music her career.

The best she can do is shake it off and move on, offering the woman who's spoken a smile, warm if a little self-conscious. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just— Do you work here? I was looking to see if there were any ukuleles."