I dunno. Every time I've been through a restaurant looking for supplies the cleaning shit is always near the kitchen. Or like, in the basement?

[There's an idea. Julie tips her head slightly to one side.]

Is there a door in there to another room? Or any stairs? Places like this run off efficiency. There's nothing efficient in keeping all of your stuff miles away from where you're gonna need it.

[Then she pauses, a beat, and jumps tracks.]

I'm Julie. You didn't, but no big deal.