Gentle is the sort of word rarely used to describe Miruca, but then she also rarely does things like that. Why she did it, why the tears bothered her SO MUCH is something she doesn't understand. If she was asked, she'd just chalk it up to being sentimental today for some reason. Not that she could come up with the reason if pressed. If pressed TOO hard, she'd probably get a little defensively shouty. But thankfully, that is unlikely to happen. At least until Mika corners her in the kitchen.

"Its fine." She is quick to withdraw her hand. "I just let my cynicism do the speaking. Its really not so bad. Most people aren't like that. The bad ones are very rare. Though I'd say people like you are even rarer."

And now she is actually apologizing to the girl. In her eyes, the one who is actually gentle is obvious. "You don't even feel like a customer, its more like you're here to comfort ME. That's not how this is supposed to work, you know." There's no anger in her voice, no annoyance, just a hint of amusement.