Lexa had just turned on the coffee maker when she heard a shout come through the door. Her eyes darted up immediately. Then she looked back down at the coffee maker. With a heavy sigh, she figured the coffee could percolate without her presence. She turned and pushed open the door to the store. The audience was visibly agitated, though quiet now. A few were glancing over at her, like students caught whispering by the teacher in class. One, the albino, was making his way over to the counter. Skewing her mouth into an almost scowl, Lexa turned from the audience diligently watching the movie, and walked to the man. 

[color=crimson]"Can I help you?"[/color] she said with an eyebrow raised, her voice low out of courtesy to the people watching the movie.