Alice brushes her pale hands through her loose red hair, green eyes peering back at her. Standing at her stand, making sure she doesn't look like a crackhead while serving. She sighs, but stands up and puts on a smile as she hears the bell from the door, signaling someone has entered. It feels a little like that one horror movie now she has to put on a smile, but it gets her paid. She quickly adjusts her name tag before speaking up. Making her Canadian accent a little thicker just because everyone knows Canadians can't be unfriendly.

Alice: Hello! Welcome to Nikki's Quickie American Restaurant, how many can I seat you for?