The Valkyrie is in a state by the time she stomps through the door of Bespoke in the mid-afternoon. If she didn't know better she'd say she was dying, hungover to the point of feeling the early withdrawals symptoms, absolutely shirtless (but who can tell?), and maybe a little wild-eyed. The sign in the window had caught her eye and she wasn't sure what to expect from the proprietor, but she had to hope that somewhere offering "nutrition" could cure what ails her.

When she doesn't immediately spot anyone she knocks on the table nearest to the door as loud as she dares before wincing. She considers calling out, but her head might explode, so she's going to wander over to a mannequin displaying a really soft-looking blouse while she's there, because it's just begging to be touched.