Andromedo, finally at ease from all the trouble their shift has brought to them, sits comfortably in one of the backrooms in their store with their hands in their lap. They mumble a few ethereal words, then stand and walk into the hall. Their clothes drag behind them gracefully as they make it to the front desk, looking for the vexing customer who needs assistance next. "What is it I can do for you, humble customer?" They bow their head peacefully as a show of respect, slitted, dark eyes gazing up at them gracefully.