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</div>Rill Kan’tynkera wasn’t one for an entrance. Early, late - she just generally tried to be in the right place at the right time. After all, as the old saying in her family went: "A Spirazoan is never late, nor are they early. They arrive precisely when they mean to." In this case, she meant to arrive on time, so she did, stepping off the elevator just as Ahja’nai Apophixea dismissed the batch of employees before hers. From there, it was a matter of going with the flow of people into their boss’ office to hear whatever announcement was being made.<br/><br/>Ahja’nai’s telepathic communication had always suited Rill, but the lack of a face - or any visible emotion - from her boss<i>could</i>be a bit unsettling sometimes… and she never knew just how much the Star Child could read of her thoughts. Thus, the bartender often found herself meditating on drink recipes in Ahja’nai’s presence -- but this time, she found her mind settling on numbers. Sales<i>had</i>been good… Still, the Spirazoan’s thoughts were troubled as she watched Bilroa go.<br/><br/>Her soft features, humanoid but colored like a thick, lavender fog, didn’t shift as Bilroa exited, amberglow veins pulsing with their usual, subtle light. The darker, eel-like limbs rooted in her back and scalp gave a wave though, rippling briefly in response to some chemical shift in Rill’s system: for those who had known her or another Spirazoan, it was indicative of emotion. But which? Amusement? Discomfort? Whatever it was, the tendrils settled back into place quickly enough. Some of them were coiled about her arms or torso, but most had entwined themselves into a thick, shimmering rope that ran the length of Rill’s back, settling unconsciously into something that could’ve been mistaken as a heavy mass of dark dreadlocks, marked by glints of the same amber that coursed through Rill’s features and shimmered in her eyes.<br/><br/>The employees began to filter out now that the boss was done making their announcements, but Rill lingered. Let Red take the bar for a bit. The young Mrinka may have been the last to arrive and (almost) first to leave, but Rill knew she was a hard worker, and the current bartender<i>was</i>just about to end their shift. Rill was more interested in hearing the end of this conversation anyway. An eighteen percent increase was… quite a fair bit, when it came to profits. And their bonus was on the line.<br/><br/>Paskar’s question didn’t directly affect her, but if<i>he</i>was getting a day off… Nah. Probably not wise to push her luck. He seemed contented with the boss’ answers and made his exit as well, but Rill was still thinking numbers. If Ahja’nai expected an influx of foot traffic though, that was enough to settle her nerves around the announcement.<br/><br/>Still... Worry tugged at Rill. What if the Roth Khaanians didn’t return? For a moment, she was tempted to voice the concern aloud, to question Ahja’nai’s assumptions.<br/><br/>“..But…” Rill’s brow furrowed.<br/><br/>No. The worry was silly; she had no reason to believe the seasonal Khaanian migration might be disrupted, and it wasn’t worth potentially upsetting other employees when she could just as well ask the Corig about it at her annual review. Rill bowed her head respectfully to her employer, her expression softening back to its usual quietude.<br/><br/>“Nevermind. We’ll do our best to take advantage of the Roth Khaanian arrivals and the anniversary events. Thank you, Ahja’nai.”<br/><br/>The lopsided smile Rill wore as she left was genuine, if a bit pensive still as she turned to follow shortly after Paskar,  leaving Advent with Ahja'nai, but she wasn't quick enough as she left the boss’ office, and the elevator left with Paskar before she could catch it. ...The situation was<i>just</i>enough of an inconvenience that the young, post-humanoid woman changed course entirely.<br/><br/>Instead of abandoning the third floor, the Spirazoan turned away from the elevator and disappeared into the employee break room on a whim. She had a snack squirreled away in one of the lockers there, and she was feeling a bit peckish. Sure, sales had to go up, but they could wait for a milfruit.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a>