September also seems to have refrained from wringing out his clothing, so it seems they can both drip all over the floor. A fellow with a mop quietly attempts to make said floor a little less slick and a waitress shows up so fast one'd swear she teleported.

Before September can answer Shura's question, the waitress launches into the usual spiel before asking if they'd like anything to drink. He blinks and quietly asks for a black coffee. The waitress then directs her attention to Shura, seeming completely unfazed by the other woman's drenched appearance. The clientele have been wetter than an otter in a washing machine for a long while, now....