<strong>Mayu</strong><br/><br/>The little pointy-eared lass laughs musically as the door swings itself open in front of you.<br/><br/>"Like what, exactly?  I'm afraid you will have to be more specific.  She's a Rinley, after all, and there's a long tradition to uphold. As well as a Yatskaya, and they are not always...how shall I say this?  Entirely here and now."<br/><br/>She pats your arm, lets go long enough to allow you to enter the shop first, then follows almost on your heels as the door closes again.<br/><br/>"So you may have to narrow that down a little so that I can understand the intended context."