--wish you'd stop lumping all "organics" into the same categories like that? Because what you just described is definitely a humans here thing, not everyone else. Definitely not me, thank you.

[Cecelia turns partway to glance at the door when she hears it open, grimacing a little. she hates having to interact at work almost as much as she hates being bored to tears at work -- there is no happy middle! except in these chances where she has someone she can talk to without having to look them physically in the face.]

Ri--hey. Hey. Riptide? Shush. I'm hanging up on you because I have to work. Mm. Yep. Whatever. [scoff. click.

Cecelia straightens up and turns properly Cass' way, but stays rooted behind the counter because this barrier is the only thing between her and crazy children's birthday party performers.]

Hi, welcome. Are you looking for something in particular or just browsing?

[or drowning?? she looks like shit. gods, they invented umbrellas here for a reason.]