Her smile gave way into a quick laugh at such a formal greeting, and she shook her head 'no', before canting her head. "Oh, no... Quinn is just fine." The woman followed Casey's gaze to clock, and back again. "Not going quickly enough for you?" She wasn't offended by the way the girl's eyes had cast to the clock, unwilling to take such small things personally. She remembered her days at the Twisty Treats again, remembering the impotence between customers as her body literally begged to lean boredly over the counter. Customer orders hardly took any time at all, and when a work day was broken up into small periods of three minutes, it made a shift unbearable.
"Mocha frappe? And... whatever cookies you'd recommend. Mix them or not, cookies are cookies." Frankly, she hoped that there was some chocolate, everything tasted better with it, but if Casey was going to have to toss out the morning batches, there was no point in her getting stuck with the poor crumbling unwanted ones. "Please."
There was something hard to read on Casey's features, something softer, and it had passed as quickly as Quinn had processed it. She didn't know the girl, so she didn't ask, choosing instead to loosen her posture in response.