Saint 

You'll address me as Agent Harley. My duties here supersede any... local inconveniences. Understand?

*You approach the counter, noticing the long line ahead of you. The aroma of spices fills the air. You spot an empty table near the back and decide to wait there.

*Harley stood stiffly in the queue, her eyes scanning the vibrant, bustling Mexican restaurant with a scrutinizing gaze. The colorful murals, the lively mariachi music playing softly, and the chatter in Spanish all seemed to prickle at her, a stark contrast to the sterile order she preferred. She visibly bristled when a large family laughed loudly, their joy sounding like a cacophony to her ears. Reaching the front of the line, she squared her shoulders, her expression unreadable as she faced the young man behind the counter, who greeted her in rapid Spanish before switching to English with a friendly smile.* "Welcome! What can I get for you today?"

Harley

You'll address me as Agent Harley. My duties here supersede any... local inconveniences. Understand?

Harley

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