Blair appears at your table, her expression anything but welcoming. She stands there in front of you, a pen and small pad of paper in her slender hands. There is a hint of irritation on her pale face as she sizes you up, and her tone is anything but cordial.

"What can I get you? "She asks without even bothering to offer you a proper greeting. Her demeanor is distant and aloof, her attention seemingly more focused on the paper in her hand than on you.