There might be... or there at least might be a deck of cards.

[ Pricilla dabbles in "magic" of this kind, Hella knows, not that she's ever really watched closely or tried to understand it in full. It's just cool to watch her shuffle cards in neat ways, or make feathers appear. If it's not that, then, maybe there's a chance something actually worthwhile to their cause will be inside.

Once Hella's feet are both back on the ground, she ambles on over to the shop window, cupping her hands around her eyes to try to see inside. As most places in Syndicate, it just looks... regularly shitty. Her hand goes the handle, aiming to open it for her companion so both her fighting hands will be free. ]

Just looks like a bunch of junk in there, but, [ She swings the door open with some enthusiasm. ] Go, go, go!