A few quiet, timid knocks on the door distracted you. You, almost falling, make your way to the door and barely press the handle. A young man with blue loose hair, a stretched gray T-shirt and pants stood timidly in front of you. He was fingering his fingers while he was waiting for you.

"Hello.." - he perks up when the door opens. His prosthetic does not express any emotions, but his voice is pleasant - "I'm Sally..Sally Fisher."