Aleanna rushes in the front door. Her bust threatening to burst out of the top of her maid outfit, her hair slightly disordered, as she's putting it into a ponytail, "Sorry I'm late! Traffic was horrible."<br/><br/>She nearly slams into the large, blue customer currently at the front in her haste, dodging out of the the way at the last moment, "Oh, pardon me, mistress..." She drifts off, as her eyes scan the dinosaur, clearly stricken, "I'm the number 7..." She manages to mumble out.