'Butm' she refused to moved, however, it was important this time, 'Note,' she pouted. Fainted again, it seemed. The part-plant zombie stood up, and--though it wasn't her plan to--she moved, moved all the way to the kitchen. She couldn't be bothered to look for any rags, but out of old habits, she always kept medical supplies and clean cloths in her pockets. 'Green,' she said, as she pulled a clean green cloth from one of her many pockets, wet it with cold water, and wrung out most of the excess water. 'Note,' she mumbled as she turned from the kitchen, to the customer portion of the cafe.
Cautious of this "Lyric" person, Shou put the damp cloth on Note's head, then quickly inched away. Yes, inching could be quick.
All else was ignored until she planted herself at the door frame again and just stared at the cafe.