Kris was unsure if he should be surprised, skeptical or pleased that the shop was in good order. The inventory was organized, displayed rationally and easy to parse for both himself and any customers who happened into the shop. He'd spent the latter part of the morning, after booting Pam out and looking over the finances, familiarizing himself with its layout and contents, from clothing, furniture and more until he could nearly know it like the back of his hand. Unfortunately, once that was finished, there was little more for him to do.
Since C39 consisted of those within the Mansion, it wasn't as though he could expect a lunch rush (though he did close briefly for lunch and wander over to the diner, afraid of what would happen if he tasked Pam with bringing him something to eat) so he'd spent the majority of his time after educating himself about his role simply reading and waiting.
So when the door opened and the bell above it dinged to announce the presence of a customer, Kris all but hopped to his feet, eager to serve. He paused behind the counter for a moment, cane clutched in hand, before carefully maneuvering around the front to approach whomever entered.
"Hello; how can I be of assistance?" His thick, German accent laced every word, but his face looked far more hopeful and eager to please after the events of the morning and the prospect of making his time at the Mansion a little easier.