Collette was bussing tables in her father's diner, rather focused on cleaning up and diligently working - mainly so she could get back to the kitchen to make herself a snack, though. Upon hearing the bell to the door chime, she looked back with curiosity at whoever entered the diner.

"Hey! What's up? Take a seat, I'll be right with you, okay?" She spoke, turning her attention back to the rag in her hand momentarily.