Hello, Miss Recept-ionist.

You are to guide me around Father's company posthaste.

Heh!

The exit is right over there, kid.

Well, aren't you a straight-forward guide.

If you turn right after leaving, you'll find yourself at a convenience store.

I see.

I see.

And your point is?

Could you pick up some cigarettes for me?

Number #70 on the shelf, please.