Don't worry Desquatch, you're about to have a whole new set of problems. There's a tha-thunk from the front door. Then another. Then the door flies open, slamming into the brochure stand and sending it crashing onto its back.

"SORRY, I—the door was stuck!!" Cedar squeals, stumbling into the lobby. "I DIDN'T MEAN T—OH HEY." Familiar face spotted, they've already forgotten about the brochures now decorating the lobby floor. That's your problem now, Desquatch.