"I like cleaning," Orsino said, a little defensively. "And I've been positively bouncing off the walls since you agreed to help. Penny might not come back tonight, it was so alarming."
Nudging Seven out of the way, he began to make his way over to the unofficially titled Music Room. He hadn't made very much headway at all. To anyone who hadn't been in here much, it probably looked like an elaborate death trap. Or a miniature music store crammed into a small room. Either way, it was intimidating.
"I think..." Pausing in the doorway, Orsino put his hands on his hips and leaned back slightly. "Er. Right. Maybe we start...well, the oldest stuff's in the back right corner."