The eyes behind the multitude of wrinkles that made up Lala's face were still lively and severe, old age was expressed throughout her body and face, but from her shape and features this woman must have been a pretty woman many years ago, and she exuded the upper class, surely a class E through her pores, although she dressed in a simple, not ostentatious way, just another shopkeeper from a small business in the station area for class G citizens.
"Come in and close the door, do you have a name, boy?"
"Mouse, Mrs. Lala..."
"Stop flattering yourself and give me your citizenship card, I don't believe that a poop cleaner, no matter how well dressed, can afford to be my tenant, it must be a failure of the system."
