"Hello there, my dear friend. What a gorgeous evening it is, wouldn't you agree?"

It was a rainy day in the suitcase, as it often was, and you were hanging in the space which was generally accepted to be the common room when a too-smoth-to-be-sober voice hit you like a truck. Though, regularly, you wouldn't be bothered by a greeting, you couldn't help but startle at how close this darned hippie had gotten to your ear without you realising.