[The woman he's chosen to accost is something of a tiny grey sparrow. Five feet tall, dressed in a grey overcoat, with a purple scarf and matching hat. Her hair's pinned up neatly, though some curls escape, falling snowflakes lingering for a moment among them.

In her hands, there's a half-finished cup of hot chocolate.]

Sir. May I help you?

[She's been here long enough that she was expecting aphro in the drinks. What she wasn't expecting was to catch the attention of a complete stranger.]