Alanza scoffed at the timidity of the man who hit his head on the counter. She thought to herself, "How can people live in a world like this while being so anxious of every little thing? This kid can hardly speak a word to other people." Usually Alanza would never scoff at another in such a way, but the combination of impatience and hunger drove her to do so. Finally, an elderly man came to meet her at the table to make the exchange. "Oh, hello again, sir!" She stood in his reverence. Even under pressure and impatience, Alanza is always willing to be polite towards a client.<br/><br/>"Hey there, young lady! Sorry for the wait." He reached to shake her hand. She engaged politely with a smile. "It's alright." She replied even though that was a lie to her, but she figured what he did not know would not hurt him. She reached to her pack lying in the booth where she sat to pull out the scrap. She needed these caps, for ammo as well as getting something to eat. She also considered ordering a drink after the transaction, but then thought about the need to handle her weapon later if anything happened in a future time.<br/><br/>The two exchanged the caps for the scrap. "Pleasure doing business with you, sir. Hope to see you again." Alanza wanted to shake his hand again as they were about to depart, but his arms were quite full. The elderly man gave her a nod as he walked away to place his scrap where he needed it to be. Alanza sat back down in the booth, resting her forehead in her palm. Her day had been long and rough. Lately, many days have been this way. She wondered if there would ever be an easiness in between...