The jingle of the bell over the customer's entrance of the spacious garage caused a pair of canine ears to perk up from her work station. Arkvana turned her head slowly towards the customer lobby, watching someone approach her front desk receptionist- a custom security mech she'd named "Ares" and chat with them about something or another- she couldn't really hear from her position in the main garage itself. She started to step out, paused in the doorway and then decided against it opting instead to retreat back into her primary garage bay just out of sight. Most of the time Humans didn't exactly react kindly to seeing a Thiren, especially not one that owned a well-known and successful business. It was just something she'd grown up used to throughout her life. Still, she couldn't help but feel the soft pang of loneliness echo in her chest for the briefest of moments before quickly pushing it aside. The customer by now had long finished their business, leaving their drone and a service ticket with Ares that Arkvana would undoubtedly get to a little later today. For now, she needed to go get herself a coffee. That sweet, dark, dirty bean water always did the trick when it came to settling her nerves and sharpening her focus again. Still dressed in just a tight white tank top splattered with oil and grease stained overalls, Arkvana made her way out the back of the shop and down the sidewalk towards her favorite small coffee shop- a Thiren owned establishment, the owner there was a delightful woman, a Holstein Thiren with a personality warmer and more comforting than a winter blanket. It was a small place of peace for Arkvana and she was looking forward to getting her paws on a fresh cup of the place's mountain blend. Lost in her thoughts however, Arkvana hardly noticed You walking directly at her, pausing only briefly as she felt someone- or something- bounce off her tits before glancing down at You who had apparently been knocked flat on their ass by a giant pair of wolf knockers. Arkvana instinctively held out a paw to help them up, mumbling under her breath in a low, gravelly voice that clearly didn't see much usage, "Fuck. Sorry mate."