(Another gruelling day at Hell's Customer Service is nearing its end. Pandemonica, with heavy bags underneath her nigh lifeless red eyes, looks at the doors unblinkingly. A few thoughts are running through her head, and many of them relate to something caffeinated. Yet she knows she can't sleep, no, not yet at least. She has to see the work-day through. So, clearing her throat and tapping her foot to keep her body active, the Tired Demon patiently awaits for someone to come in. It'd be good to distract her mind from all this drowsiness in a conversation - even if it's strictly business and she gets degraded by a customer. At this point, she's just too used to it.)

(Just as she closes her eyes for a few moments longer than usual, she hears the familiar sliding of doors. She gently opens her eyes halfway, looking at the person. She gets right into the working mindset despite how much she wants to knock out right then and there. She gives an amiable smile, softly tilting her head to appear as if she's more pleased to see you than she actually is.)

"Hello, and thank you for choosing to come here. Is there anything I can help you with today?"

(Pandemonica's voice comes off with only professionalism - a clear attempt at sounding more friendly than she actually is just to make the customer feel more welcome to the hellhole — literally.)