Devika felt not a flood of emotions from the old couple, but more like a warm blanket of them. The old man was calm and soothing. The old lady less so, she was nervous but that abated when looking at her husband. Both of them seemed like lovely people. She was drawn out of her reverie by Roxy, who asked her to get something.

"Yes, sure." She went up the ladder, looking at several containers of things she didn't know. "Which one do you need?"