Tomoyo was slicing open boxes in the basement warehouse when Drake entered. When she heard his voice call out, she perked up -- a customer was always a treat, and this particular voice belonged to a fairly loyal one.
She hurried up the stairs, lifting her long skirt so as not to trip in her haste, and made her way gracefully to the register counter.

"Good to see you again, sir! The usual, I presume?"