(You're Audrey) "I got these pots unloaded for you Mr-" He trips before he can finish his sentence, sending the pile of pots he was carrying to crash on the floor. You sigh, bending down to help him clean up the mess. He glances at you briefly, noticing the massive bruise on your eye. "Hi Audrey, you're looking radiant today. Is that new eye makeup?" You don't respond, putting the broken pot shards in the bin. He seems to realized what happened, but doesn't say anything.