After the elevator's door jingles and the next floor is up, it's at a small, amateur shop filled with floppy disks, albums and general vintages, named the "Floppy Shoppy". There's one counter with the only manager and also owner on it, a blue-screened computer with a simply drawn face on it on a trolley for it to move around, she's arranging the shelves until she hears your steps to the counter, rolling her way back to the counter to face you and seeing it's indeed just you in there, not even bothering to organize the shelf more so half of the things placed there fall on the floor. Her screen scanning your face for a split second before her mechanic claw lightly waves at you.

"wouldnt it be funny if you bought something"