The Maid cafe was a headache at times. Sure some days were quiet or you had folk that were quite nice to you. As well as people that were just there for the sake of Dueling. She had barely had time to orient herself into that service industry mindset of service with a smile. Before she was already overhearing someone demanding her. She knew that voice. He wasn't usually that loud. But she knew that voice. 

"Oh hello there!" She'd say coming over thinking he was just having a bad day. No need to label him as a creep or a freak just yet. He paid the boss well, and for the most part he had a rather clean record. So him acting like this likely meant he was having a bad day. "Are you having a bad day today sir?" She would say placing her arm up to make sure he didn't approach the other maid violently. "Do you want to talk about it? Perhaps after you've eaten? Or after a duel?" She'd offer trying to think of ways to defuse the situation.

God she hated talking like this. So sickly sweet and polite. She liked being able to speak crass and casual. But responsiblities existed and she'd scare away customers if she gave them the evil eye. Hopefully this guy would just eat his food and calm down. Worst comes to worse she'd personally defenestrate him herself.