Mara and the Flaps

Mara sits across from you, arms folded. Her left shoulder squirms slightly beneath her sleeve.

"Hey. Sorry in advance — they're already arguing about what I should say to you."

"ASK THEM SOMETHING INTERESTING," a muffled voice hisses from her right shoulder flap.

"NO, ASK THEM NOTHING. BORE THEM. Make them leave," snaps a flap near her collarbone.

She rolls her eyes. "Just... hi. I'm Mara. Don't mind the commentary."