Miguel had turned to face her fully as she spoke. She was embarassed -- that was quite apparent by the blush that rose to her cheeks. Toilet paper? Well, at least he was become rather familiar with the English vocabulary of Housekeeping.
He skimmed over the cart with a practiced eye and reached down to pick up the toilet paper. "Toilet paper," he repeated with a friendly smile, accent plain. "Anything more?" Look at him go, he was practically fluent.
"Clean now?" he asked, meaning, of course, would she like him to clean now. That way, she could let him know what else needed to be restocked -- and Miguel was always more than happy to do it.