[Wash cautiously heads in, wishing he had taken the time to bring at least his sidearm. unfortunately, it's a little too late for that. a frown graces his helmeted face. the shop is exactly as how he remembers it from the first time he entered it. (it's kind of nice to know he wasn't starting to lose it where that memory's concerned.)]

Excuse me. My name is Agent Washington, and this--[gestures to the similarly suited person near him]--is Agent South. We're wondering if you could provide us with assistance regarding a certain matter.