"Да! Иди к черту!" ([s]Yea! Go to hell![/s]) Kirina screamed as she sailed through the empty storefront on a very unstable bucket with wheels. In one hand she brandished the wet mop, dripping water all over the ground and herself. Her face was split with a contagious grin as she laughed at her own jokes that breezed through her mind. Her red hair sailed behind her like a mane, getting whipped back and forth while she pretended to fight with an invisible monster with her sword mop. Only Kira could have this much fun inside her own imagination. Or insanity, whichever you prefer to call it. 

Once she noticed the tone in the room she settled a bit, her laughs reducing to giggles and her swearing quieting to a Russian folk song that she hummed and sang as she got the mop ready to actually do some work. People passing the shop would probably stop to stare at her, maybe even get a few laughs out of it. Kirina was wearing a very nice antique Lolita style dress, paired with almost perfect makeup, on top of incredibly high boots (reminiscent of go go shoes.) In this outfit she held the mop as if it were a wriggling eel and grappled it against the ground. Although her technique was sloppy, she liked to say she was the best cleaner there was! Which was debatable. 

"Oh brighten up guys," She said in her thick accent, "Who wants to fight with me?.. I've got another moooooopppp!" Her voice sang before switching back into Russian nonsense. She held up a second mop as if it were bait and wiggled it around before putting it back in the bucket. Pushing her hair behind one ear she turned, and focused on cleaning the floor again, a smile always on her face.