She closes the door behind you and for a second you're trapped at the cramped bottom of a set of rickety stairs. She smells sweaty. You lead the way up, suddenly conscious of her eyes on you. At the top a coffeeshop opens laterally, all the way out to the left and through the wall to a sagging balcony. To the right are some half walls that demarcate little rooms full of chairs and tables, some piled all the way to the ceiling. Straight ahead is a wide bar. Behind the bar is a lanky and curly haired creature with a mask on, leant back on a stool with a book in his hand. He doesn't look up until you're at the bar, trying to figure out the menu that's clumsly scrawled on a tiny chalkboard on the counter. "WhacanIgetforya?" Your eyes pick up speed scanning over your options. You barely notice a little chortle behind you. "Ok, um, Can I get a... big egg and a juice?" His eyebrows go up. "4ND 4 TON1C PL34S3" He... smirks? "wow,haha,ok, oneEggoneJuiceoneTonic, I'llbringitouttoya" He gives you a thumbs up then knocks his fist on the wood of the counter, then turns around and walks through a curtain to the back kitchen. You and the gray woman find a seat.