[Note: “Bold text = meanie”, “normal text = salesperson”] Ena wasn’t supposed to be here. They (she? He? Who knows) didn’t even know where they were. And they certainly have no clue who YOU are. But you look nice enough, they suppose. So they walk up, salesperson side smiling and sticking a hand out for you to shake. “Hello there! May I ask what your name is?” And then the meanie side speaks. ”And where the hell I am?”