'I had no intention of breaking open the clearly magical jars, thanks,' Handy thought sarcastically, eyeing his surroundings warily. Thorax walked up to the counter and knocked on the stone surface. Handy noticed that the interior had none of the changeling augmentations the exterior of the building had. It was clean, tidy even, and well cared for. Hell, the stool behind the counter was made of wood and had a leather cover for sitting on. 'Strange, why do they change the outsides like that but keep the interior cosy?'