Mary scratches herself while fixing herself another drink of the juice, muttering curses to herself when almost tripping on her pencil.

She was about to hobble back to her art room before hearing a knock on her door.

"For fucks sake! This is private property." Mary thought to herself before sipping her drink - Making it decide her emotion of the day because it's impossible to feel anything.

"What do you want in my private property?....I'm not selling." She mumbled the rest.