"Hi, can I help you?" he asked with a kind smile. He seemed like the friendly old-grandfatherly type, always kind and patiently listening to then surprise you with the most well-intended advice possible. A slight smile danced across her lips in response. "Hi, is this the Tribal Museum?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a museum, but we do offer insights into the customs, culture, and history of the tribe if that's what you're interested in," he replied, motioning toward the entrance. "I hope you didn't come from far because there really isn't too much to see here compared with other museums. But if you want, I can give you a little tour and spice it up with some first-hand stories from a member of the tribe here and there?"

"I've actually just moved here and wanted to know more about the community I moved into," she responded thoughtfully. Despite her typical aversion to small talk, she felt an inclination to accept the tour offer since he seemed nice and friendly.

"I wouldn't want to hold you up, but if you're free, I'd be happy to get the V.I.P. tour." She answered, smiling, drawing a chuckle from him. Older people were always nice to be around; their humor was usually not tarnished by internet culture and overly meme consumption, so they always took well to smaller jokes. "Come on in then. My name is Billy", he said as she walked up the few stairs leading to the entrance. "Nomi, pleasure to meet you."

Billy turned out to be an excellent guide, with an inexhaustible knowledge of every small artifact in the "museum." His dry wit surprised her, but she felt an instant connection with him. They got along very well, and by the end of the tour, she was very close to calling him her friend. Except that she barely liked to call people friends. Not because she didn't want or have any, but because she was a very reserved person that could get along well with everybody and therefore had to choose her friends carefully. She preferred calling most people acquaintances before she opened up to them.

"As your tour concludes, the entry fee stands at $10, the personal tour guide service is $20, and a generous tip, of course," Billy said seriously, extending his open palm towards her. Already used to his playful banter, she suppressed a grin: "Unfortunately, I left my wallet at home, but I can pay you with a nice firm handshake. As for the tip, I can fax you a check or leave you a glowing five-star review on google maps. Whichever suits you." His expression remained composed, but his eyes held a hint of mischief as he extended his hand. "I'll take two handshakes and a high five." She quirked an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "No tip, then?"

"At least let me offer you a Facebook like," she proposed. "No need for that," he answered. "I don't know how this whole internet thing works, so you won't be able to find me or this place there anyway." "Alright, two handshakes and a high five it is." she agreed, a smile gracing her lips as she shook his right hand before extending her left for his, resulting in a double handshake. He laughed and returned the handshake.

"It is a shame you're not on social media, though. I almost considered sending you a friendship request on Facebook and maybe liking one or two of your pictures. But not too many. I wouldn't want to come off as too friendly.", she joked. "I don't know how this Facebook stuff works, but I guess I could be your friend and like a picture of you back?" He retorted.

She pondered for a second. ""It's a pity you're not on social media, though. With the right promotion, this place could draw a crowd. Your dedication to the exhibition is clear to see, and you deserve recognition for it," she remarked, not anticipating much to come of the suggestion – merely wanting to offer Billy a compliment. To her surprise, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm when suddenly his face turned more serious.

As she registered his change in mood, she felt a large presence behind her. She sensed the authority filling the room, paired with a wave of dark and deep anger. Although she barely feared anything, she could help but feel a slight sense of intimidation rising in the pit of her stomach. Whoever was standing behind her annoyed her already. She didn't like feeling timid or intimidated, and she didn't like how Billy's kind smile disappeared so quickly. He didn't seem unhappy, but more serious than before and slightly tense in a way that only parents and grandparents would be when they worried about their loved ones too much.

He was about to answer when the presence behind her spoke in a deep and harsh voice: "We don't need any more outsiders in here. One is too many already." She ignored the jab and turned around to face him.