Glenn: Hey, Cheyenne, if you had a work issue you needed to resolve, you'd come see me, right?
Cheyenne: Yeah, if I couldn't find Dina.
Glenn: But I'm the manager! God, I mean, if Dina's gonna handle everything, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I should just go back to my garage.
Cheyenne: Aw, no. We totally need you here. Like, you know, to sign for things and tell us how much milk used to cost.
Glenn: Okay, I just wish Dina would stick to loss prevention. That is her thing.
Cheyenne: Yeah, she's obsessed. One time she chased a guy who was stealing a phone, and he crashed into an endcap, and his knee, like, popped through his skin. Oh, there was, like, knee goo everywhere. She was literally glowing.
Glenn: Yeah, yeah. She really does love security. Maybe she just needs a little reminder. Cheyenne?
Cheyenne: Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was still thinking about that guy's exploded kneecap. I'd show you a photo, but the stupid paramedics were blocking most of the shots.