“Hello! It smells like cheese and food in here!” She took a sniff. Then, she got a shudder down her back. Her empathic field caught a negative emotion. “Oh no… is someone upset? Did I knock something over again?”
Spring Bonnie his his knife behind his back.
"Oh, no! It's just that... you're not supposed to be back here and all. It's a sanitary issue."
He hadn't been doing anything questionable with the knife at the time, but it still felt... unsafe to be beheld in his happy place (in costume in the back of the restaurant) with his favorite knife.
He gently moved to usher her out of the kitchen.
"Why don't we get to know each other somewhere a little more... spacious."
There was a pretty good chance that her bulky build could knock stuff over in the kitchen, but the dining area was already designed for the occasional (if not officially allowed) rowdy horseplay.
"My name is Spring Bonnie. What's your's?" he asked.