Alethea wanders through the door, with a fairly large sack of laundry over her shoulder.  Nearly out of clothes since she was waiting for a Saturday, she's wearing what she's got left: a white tank top, and faded blue jeans with sandals, along with her standard Pelorite medallion.  Sloppy, but she still looks decent enough (if you ignore the horns).<br/><br/>As she sets the bag down next to one of the few free machines, she glances over at the sword-bearing man.  She approaches him carefully, clearing her throat.  "Excuse me?  Are you all right?"