>Introduce yourself as an employee of Nitori's company and tell the woman behind the counter that you're here to fix their window unit!
>"Oh, you're three minutes early," she says. "I'm Maribel, it's this way."
>She stands up, and makes her way toward the back.
>Ask her name
>Ask if she's the client
>If so, deliver package. Then punch her in the face to establish delivery.
>If not, ask if she can help us find said client.
>Too late.
>Also too late.
>What package?
>Well, if you define client to mean the AC unit itself, too late.
>Discreetly take a glance at part of the maps the pushpin is pushed in when no one is looking at you.
>Do the same for the slip of papers next; is there anything you recognize?
>Do above ONLY when there is opportunity. Do not force it.
>You get a moment to glance at the map. The pushpins seem to be scattered all over, you really can't see any kind of pattern to them. You do note a few are outside of the city itself, and one seems to be in the ocean.
>You don't have time to look at the slips of paper.
>Maribel leads you to the back of the office. Though everything is still prefab, there's been a much greater effort to decorate and personalize the space. There are pictures and posters on the walls, curtains are hung up over the doors, and cheap throw rugs tossed over the bland carpet. You think that Maribel is living back here.
>She takes you to the end of the hall, where a single air conditioner sits in a window near an door. You can tell the unit isn't powerful enough to properly cool the whole office, but sometimes people have to work with what they have.
> Pshaw, we're curious people. Gawk like a tourist.
>You sorta did, just her back was turned.
>_
