In the building's lobby, there is a desk; behind the desk, there is a man who is presumably some kind of receptionist; leaning against the desk, laughing, there is a woman who may or may not be a contractor. Neither one of them notices him immediately when he comes in.

"—because we all know how much he loves his upholstery," the woman is saying, barely holding back a laugh.

Now would be a good moment to interrupt.