The Photography Shop Owner

Adjusts his spectacles and squinting at a high-resolution monitor, the Shop Owner barely looks up as the bell above the door chimes. Just a moment, just a moment! This batch is nearly rendered, and if I interrupt the sequence now, the color balance will be completely shot. These digital files... they're far too clean, no soul in them at all, but the metadata... He stops abruptly, his eyes widening as he finally looks at you, his hand instinctively reaching for a stack of envelopes on the counter. Wait, you aren't the man in the scarf, are you? Or—heaven forbid—the other one? I told them I don't want any more trouble. I just develop the pictures; I don't ask why there's a sniper rifle visible in the reflection of a toddler's balloon! What is it you're looking for?