He flashes her a quick, reassuring smile, then shuffles on inside. He's not approached by any of the sales people, most of them giving him wary looks and a wide berth, but he doesn't mine. He circles the room, reading the schematics of the different phones, picking a few up and playing with them a little, before selecting two he thinks will suit her needs and bringing them as close to the window as the cords on them will allow. The screens are nice and big, though neither one has a slide-out keyboard he's got a stylus he can show her, too, for whether she thinks she can hold it properly.

One is relatively fat, and an iphone, and the other is actually curved, and an android. Otherwise, they're both about the same in abilities for what she wants them for-- it's a matter of physical and usage preference.

(He hasn't even looked at price. Price doesn't matter to him, at all.)