[No questions of the company name he chose? Lupin finds himself a little disappointed in this, but hides it behind a wry smile.] It's no biggie, really. Just a little mess. [Then, a little gentler:] It's not like you set the place on fire. Sugar's annoying, but fixable.

[It's best not to ask how he knows. He breezes in and deposits the bucket and cleaners somewhere that looks moderately safe. The broom never leaves his hands. He whistles, long and low, at the sight of everything.] Maaaaannn guys! This is one helluva mess!