That is... an odd request, but a curiously thorough one. He supposes he can't actually fault the desire. After a noticeable pause, Severus takes her card. Instead of responding verbally, he produces a card of his own - it's for a shop that's been in Baedal for ages, but the CiD number that's hand-printed on it in slanted writing clearly corresponds with the current cohort. (Aside from the store, there is no name.)