Patiently waiting all the while, Misty watches. There are displays around her at the register, a lot of glass she vividly imagines taking a golf club to, but it's his avenue to vent. She won't ask him to share it, or risk distracting him. Startling him.

It's all plenty impressive, the masks an interesting thing to file away. When he halts he's given a minute or two to catch his breath before she inches over, hands clasped.

"Want, like, water?"