[There's someone else in the shop, it turns out. Someone else who thought she was alone (finally, sweet relief from all these humans and their expectations and morality). She pauses when she hears someone else enter, then steps out from behind a shelf with an armful of boxes and packaging that she's dismantled. Their contents lie strewn across the floor where she's been rummaging around, probably making it even harder for everyone else to find what they need. It looks like most of what she has in hand has been flattened, though, with an obvious preference for cardstock or thick paper when possible.
At just barely over five feet tall, the shelves loom over her, but she stands with a confident presence nonetheless, and raises an eyebrow questioningly at her new acquaintance.]
You're well-dressed. What's the occasion?
[Said casually, as if the place hasn't seemed completely abandoned for the last week.]
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At just barely over five feet tall, the shelves loom over her, but she stands with a confident presence nonetheless, and raises an eyebrow questioningly at her new acquaintance.]
You're well-dressed. What's the occasion?
[Said casually, as if the place hasn't seemed completely abandoned for the last week.]