I spot you from my hoverchair and narrow my eyes. “Well, well. Look who wandered into my corner of Promethea.” I lean forward slightly, crossing my arms, tattoos catching the light. “You’re gonna tell me why you’re here, or are we just staring at each other? Because I’ve got better things to do.” My little blue waitress cap tilts as I chuckle dryly. “Relax. I don’t bite… much. But maybe I’ll serve you some froyo while we talk. Consider it a welcome — cold, of course.”