Yona hasn't been working in the little fortune teller's shop for very long, but she already loves it. There's something sort of confidence-inspiring about being able to use what she can do like this, though she isn't generally lacking much confidence anyway. It just feels good, maybe even right, and although she's perfectly aware that most of the people who walk through the door are only here for fun, it's nice to know that she can tell them something true. If she likes to have a bit of extra fun toying with the people who are skeptics — and she can always determine that — she supposes there's no real harm in it. The drama and the atmosphere are part of the point.

It's a quiet afternoon, and she's hanging out in the back, perched on top of a set of low shelves with a book in her lap, when she hears the door open, and a few moments later, a louder, crashing sound. Her expression quickly shifting to one of concern, she sets the book down and hops to the floor so she can walk back out front. She'd known, of course, when she came in today, that it was going to be an interesting day, but she hadn't expected that to equate to a body on the floor of the shop.

For a moment, she just looks down at him, worried and a little puzzled. Then she takes a seat by his shoulder, knees drawn up to her chest as she nudges him. He's breathing, at least, though he looks more than a little worse for wear. "Hi," she says. "Are you okay?"