What is that even supposed to mean? Jennifer rolls her eyes, resolving to go and look for the owner elsewhere. Once she finds them, she can inform them of this little git behind the counter.

The Quarkbeast, meanwhile, is intrigued enough by Peter's shouting to waddle beneath the little swinging door that separates the area behind the desk from the rest of the lobby. "Quark?" it says inquiringly, blinking at the boy with intelligent, mauve eyes.