Satya Vaswani was known for a great many things; her sense of humor was not among that list. Today, she looked particularly unamused as she navigated a sea of children. First of all, their parents ought to feel remiss for allowing them to wander unsupervised. Secondly, why did so many of them choose to wear baseball caps and ... good heavens, were those spandex shorts? Her skin crawled at the thought of cheap synthetic materials!
Cafes were not a usual haunt for her due to a severe aversion to crowds. Today, she braved the cinnamon-scented interior hoping to find patrons older than fifteen. Kids tended to be too loud, too messy, too inquisitive for her tastes. The company of adults was preferable. But only under circumstances where solitude was not an option.
Sanjay remained unresponsive to calls made via her headset. The cafe staff, at least, were quick and efficient. A cup of Darjeeling oolong provided a much-needed point of familiarity. Satya felt comforted with the warm cup in hand. Stepping outside, it was a feeling almost robbed from her by a flame-tailed lizard plodding by. Were it not for the steadiness of her Vishkar prosthetic, she may well have spilled her drink.
In her quest to avoid a trampling, Satya had backed into someone's chair. Her pride was such that having to offer apologies pained her. It was humiliating to admit wrongdoing, and it was for this reason she often avoided social gatherings. But, it was unavoidable now. The actions of some riff-raff had forced her hand.
"I beg your pardon," she greeted. Her gaze avoided Jefferson's in favor of staring down the charmander with a look of icy judgment. The ire she exuded would have been super effective in frightening most creatures. "This place has been most inconvenient. I am of the opinion that establishments serving food and beverage should not allow animals on the premises."