"I... really don't think I want to drink that... It doesn't look very appetising- or sanitary! How long has it been sat there for? So... Thank you, but can I just have a cola instead?"

"Hello there, how may I be of service to you today?"

"Elsa, pull yourself together. You're fine. Breathe." Elsa coached herself in a whisper, pressing her back to the brick wall. She didn't recognize this street, and she had no idea where to go to get back to her (hopefully extremely temporary) room at the motel. She'd been such an idiot, thinking she could handle Vegas as easily as she'd handled a nice little college town. And now anxiety was creeping its tendrils up her spine, choking her. She couldn't do this. She'd get mugged, murdered out here...or worse, she'd have to run home to her parents...

"I just mean... It'd be nice if a client wanted to just cuddle or talk or... I - I don't know - something... sweet for once."

"The world is beating, throbbing, ready to explode. All those lights, all those souls... Come and see, Madison. Do you think there's too many? The city looks as though it's on fire."

"Hello??" Belle called out into her home after hearing the distinct sound of glass shattering. She decided to go investigate taking her handgun with in case she needed protection. 

"Oh, hello," Anna smiled at the stranger. "I was just going to meet my sister, but uh.. Are you okay, are you having a nice day?"

"Oh, hey- hello. Sorry to bother you, but I've - uh - kinda got a little lost - all these flashing lights makes my head feel like a disco ball - but uh, anyway.. I wondered if you could maybe help me find my way back home?"