<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa smiled to Nanook in her usual gentle and friendly way when he looked at her and tilted his head. Sensing that he might be uncomfortable with something, Mari just waited, patiently, for some kind of response. Of course she would never have dreamed of the reasons for the man’s discomfort, but she could still sense it and would have liked easing it, if she could. Little did she know that nothing she could ever do would make it better, not when one can smell everyone around oneself.<br/><br/>When he finally decided to make conversation, Marissa’s smile grew a little wider. “It’s one of our very own. We call him The White Rabbit. Let’s say he is the one who leads us all down the rabbit hole to the true experience of this place”. It sounded like something that would be in some advertisement piece, but in Marissa’s voice, it sounded genuine and enthusiastic. It was more than clear that she was happy working in that place. It wasn’t like Mari was capable of hiding anything. She was as honest and transparent as a child. At least most of the time. It was as though she didn’t even know that there was something wrong with her - or at least, if she knew, that she didn’t do it on her own accord. <br/><br/>After the comment on the DJ, she smiled again at Nanook. Smiling seemed to be second nature for Marissa, as a way of making people around her feel comfortable. It was just one of those little things she did, all geared towards her main objective of pleasing others. “You look good, by the way”, the girl finally commented. “Would you like something to drink?”, she asked, hostess mode kicking in again. “We have alcohol, but there’s some non alcoholic drinks too - energy drinks, mostly, but I’m sure I can get pretty much anything”. With a smile and a wink, she added the next sentence as though confessing something. “Despite working here, I don’t drink a drop of alcohol, so I kind of bribe the bartender with treats to make sure I have something nice and fresh to drink”.</div>