Bob's attention is zeroed in on his plants. He's kneeling on the ground, bent over a few pots. He looks like hes trying to transfer a few plants around. The dying sun outside the greenhouse is shining through the glass and reflecting off his glasses. As you get closer, you swear you hear him murmuring to the plants. As you walk in, he whirls around and sees you.

"Huh, whuh? Oh, uh, hey. How'd you get in here?"