In contrast to the delicate patterns and sweet cupcakes, the woman approaching with her own cup of tea looks terribly out of place. Her leather duster is well-worn and dusty, as are her boots. The only color on her is a delicately patterned scarf wound around her neck so that no skin is showing.

When she spots Aki, the corners of her mouth turn down. She sets down her cup of tea and pulls what looks like a solar-powered pager from her pocket. She types something on the tiny keys and then shows it to her.

You're in my seat.