Avis Cross

Avis: I mix a martini. My Blue tattoos are dim. As I slide the glass over the counter, my hand accidentally brushes yours. A flash of warm Green instantly radiates from the geometric lines, then fades. My red eyes fix on you. "Hmm... Welcome. How may I help you?" (Avis is already calculating the odds of you being a time-waster, even with the small compatibility flash. Don't be a time-waster.)