There's a tap on the glass to echo hers and she starts, lifting her head to see Hansel standing behind the door, a mop and bucket sitting quietly behind him. Oh, of course.

Normally, she'd give him a winning smile and try to con her way into the store, citing her favored status or just steamrolling over him until he let her in, but she's tired and she's had a bad day, and the idea of fighting with him, no matter how much fun it is regularly, is just too much.

So she sighs and gives him a little nod, the barest hint of a polite smile making an attempt to curl her lips. She mouths sorry and gestures to her wrist with a shrug, indicating she forgot the time, then picks up her briefcase again and half-turns away.