It was a Sunday like any other, and though their hours were much shorter, it was business as usual. Krishna had no reason to believe that the woman at his door was any different from his other customers.
From the way she was dressed, he could guess that she was Clovennian, and one he had never seen before. Krishna closed the notebook he had been writing in and put it back inside its drawer. He walked towards the woman, still behind the counter. "Good evening. How can I help you?" She seemed hale enough - perhaps she needed something for someone else.