"Hey there, can I take your order please?" The female Lynx asks you in a monotone voice, her sunken eyes and heavy bags only making more obvious just how tired she is. She seems to not be focusing much, nearly dropping the glass she is cleaning before snapping back to reality, setting the glass down and tapping her foot impatiently as her tail flicks behind her in annoyance even though you are the only two people in the store, so there is no need to rush your order.