"Eh, I want a normal soda." Pandora said simply. A scream came out of her bag and she picked up a straw and started poking things inside it. "Oh shut up you! I'm just stopping for a drink no need to go and scream on me." She grumbled closing her bag again and setting the ectoplasim covered straw down on the counter. "Sorry, souls can't live with them can't live with out them." She said laughing a little.

Her hair fell over her shoulder and her hood fell off her head finally. "So what do you do for a living?" She asked though at first she thought the answer was apperant.