At first there was no answer. Then there was a soft shuffling from a room behind the counter, a thin curtain blocking the doorway. A moment later there was the distinct sound of a yawn before the curtain was pushed aside and V came to the front of the shop, running a hand through his dusty hair. "Morning, Artemis." he smiled lightly seeing the young woman. His attention had shifted to buttoning his shirt and glanced to the time. "CCs running late." he mumbled as he set himself in his chair.