Brit stands at the door, waiting somewhat anxiously for him to unlock it. Walking into the room behind him, she whistles low and slow. "Wow, and I thought the store was a bit crowded." Looking over all the boxes, she notes that they are all numbered. "Is that your way of cataloging what's in each box? The numbers??"<br/><br/>Slowly working her way down the tight aisle, she can't help but feel like a bull in a china shop. "I better not go any further," she said. "I've been known to knock stuff over, and if this is the good stuff, I don't want to be responsible for breaking anything, ya know?" Blushing slightly she started to make her way back out of the room.