The Texas door swings open violently, almost tearing off its hinges, and fills the room with a blast of frigid air. A young woman wearing a huge jacket, a long flannel skirt, and massive snow-boots steps in, nearly tripping over the threshold in her hurry to get out of the cold. She seems to be struggling with a small bag, which appears to be quite heavy for its size. Dropping it on the bar with a heavy thud, she turns away to close the door, revealing to the observer the label on the package: "For Gluon," written in curly script.
"What the hell is that made of?" she grumbles, glaring at the heavy bag, as she takes off her coat, flinging it into the corner (nearly missing Rapaire). She sits down quietly in another corner, embarrassed as everyone is now staring at her, and calls for a mug of cocoa.
"...and don't skimp on the marshmallows!" She sits back and looks around, as Clementine settles into her lap.
"Whew... I got here early this year."