Chantelle noticed the fog approaching her and walked over to the entrance of the shop and covered her nose and mouth with her cloak before growling. 
"Moron," 
Suddenly dissapearing, she reappeared behind the counter, covering under the desk. The smoke avoided her as she pulled the cloak off and lit a cigarette.
"This is a weird day, I could just breakall the glass in here, but i guess i want to find out what happens."
She took a deep inhale and exhaled, drinking some of thr wine she still had in her hand.