Tyzias has absolutely no time for anybody who isn't bloodthirsty enough to hold their own on Dark-Type Friday. She opens her mouth to snap at Nozomi to either check her items out or shoplift. Then Tyzias processes who she's talking to.

"KALA, I'M TAKING FIVE!" she shouts.

Her partner in the trenches pales. "B-but-"

"IT'S MANDATED BY THE UNION TO HAVE TWO FIVE MINUTE BREAKS PER WORKDAY. GOOD LUCK. DON'T DIE." Tyzias steps over the counter, looking Nozomi up and down. "...Nozomi. I..."