"Ja," Isiah said to Jenny in German before smiling up at Ren. "Welcome to Kitsune COMICS. I'm sorry but we don't sell books of that kind. And... are you alright?" Isiah asked with a mixture of rehearsal, and a merit of actual confidence before switching to concern of Ren's condition. He had greeted enough people to where he didn't stammer... as often. Isiah was also noticeably uncomfortable by the weapon strapped to his hip, which he only noticed just now. If this city wasn't the home of metahumans and mythical beings alike, this would have alarmed him much more.