The Ronso gives Jake a once over, folding his arms and making a low grunting sound that might sound threatening to some but is really just his thinkin' noise. He'll gesture for Jake to follow him to one of the corners of the store.

"Try these for size. No hats, but hoods on plenty."

"I suppose with those horns a hatter would be a rather rare thing for his kind." Spock stays dutifully out of the way. He's just glad for an excuse to be somewhere warm for a few minutes.