Jeanne breathed out, sighing as she waited for a few more minutes to get to the front of the line. She let out a small breath, shaking her head, before looking up at the cashier, seemingly a young Everian man, but, Everians are immortal, so it was difficult to tell if they were young or old... Anyway, Jeanne began to speak.
"Excuse me, sir, can I-" Jeanne was about to speak, but, she was cut-off by the cashier
"Sorry, ma'am..." He said, "We don't serve... you."
"...Me?" Jeanne asked, "Why me...? We haven't met before..." She asked once more, confusion clear on her face.
"Not you individually... Just not... humans..." The cashier said, turning away a bit.
Jeanne shook her head, "Why I- That is...!"
"Please don't make a scene, ma'am." The cashier said, "You're holding up the line, so... please leave."
Jeanne clenched her fists, before turning around, deciding not to make a scene. She puffed up her cheeks, which became beet red from how upset she was.