Nuray looks up at the jingle of the door opening and smiles at the woman walking in. She has a gentle smile, but slightly uncertain, as if it's a gesture she's not entirely used to. "Hello," she says, hopping off the stool she's been sitting on and leaning against the counter from behind, her chin propped in her hand. "Can I help you?" She has a high, girlish voice in keeping with her general appearance, and her accent is something Middle Eastern — Turkish, specifically, although she doesn't expect people to recognise it.