It was entirely possible that Surreal was looking to murder a training dummy and splatter the walls with whatever passed as its intestines as she stalked into the salle before her shift at the Magic Box. She needed to get out the twitches, and she needed to do it now, before she ended up breaking any merchandise.

She was less than thrilled by the number of people there, but it didn't stop Surreal from offering a grunt in greeting before proceeding to go hand-to-bag in an effort to cool her nerves.