[As much as Tau doesn't like large crowds, she also didn't want to be alone in her room before everything. So she brought as many of her sketchbooks and art supplies as she could to the cafe. They're all spread out over the table she's claimed, but in piles specifically for each thing. She gets to work, determinedly sketching small versions of possible poster ideas. She has to make the best one. If she makes the best one, then everyone will come by, and she'll have her family back. Even though she seems very engrossed her art and thoughts, she notices when someone stops by her table.]

...Can I help you? Or...Do you wish to help me?