The door to the walk-in is thick and insulated, no sound passes through regardless of the size of the cup used to spy. The crew waits with baited breath and then suddenly there is a loud bump against the walk-in door and some yelling from outside. Brett, hand on handle, nearly rips the door open but Numa gives him a look that says "trust the process" and Brett holds back. After three very chilly minutes and three hard-boiled eggs down Flesher's throat, the door slowly opens from the outside. A bruised and trembling hostess peeks inside and nods that all is clear.
As you step out you see there has been a commotion in the kitchen, as though seven angry thugs who were not fucking around had recently tore through the place. The hostess says,
"I tell them you went out the dock, they believe me."