“. . .” Ray sets the blocker down. She felt AWFUL as she put him in the closet- she promised herself she would turn the blocker off when she found a way to help.
Ray: -sigh-. “It might take a bit to kick in. Don’t harass anyone while i run the shop, ok?” She looks genuinely concerned as she goes to help a customer
(Another customer walks in and Spamton dashes toward them the second they do.)
Spamton: CAN I INTEREST YOU IN SOME [Interesting Thing Here]? ONLY 56311920 [Kromer]!
She takes him upstairs and locks the door- ray puts her hands on his shoulders- “i just- i don’t know how to help you anymore. I want to. But i don’t know how.” She’s tearing up