"...and so I'm thinking, you shouldn't worry. If you're worrying, that is. The shop's still here, so that's something." Megan patted one of the clock radios on the shelf and moved over to the next one. "And how are you keeping, then? Everything all right? Nothing--oh." She shut up at the sound of the door opening, glad that she'd heard it this time. The day before, someone had actually been waiting at the counter as she'd cooed at a set of speakers, and it took a cleared throat for her to notice.
"Welcome to Fixit," she called, poking her head out from behind the counter. "How can we--Wolverine?" Megan's black eyes blinked rapidly in confusion. "What are you doing here?" And suddenly, remembering her brief encounter with a way-younger Dr. McCoy who in no way remembered her, she added, "Do you know who I am?"