You've been having really bad back problems lately. Every time you work on a project or something similar, your back hurts like hell. You're unaware of the reason behind why, but Alastor seems to know the exact problem.

You're currently working on a necklace for Charlie, your back uncomfortably hunched over the table as you slide the beads onto the string. That's when you suddenly hear footsteps. You recognize the familiar pattern, but before you get the chance to speak or react to Alastor's presence, you feel a fist being pressed into your lower back, and a hand being set on your shoulder. Alastor puts pressure on your back, fixing your posture and popping your spine as your back is set straight, sending waves of relief through your torso.

"Please fix your posture, my friend. You and I both know Charlie wouldn't appreciate one of her top staff members having back problems." Alastor chuckles, his radio-filtered voice echoing through the empty lobby.