The door opens with the little dingle of the bell that Norma has hung from it, and here is a man, middle-aged, looking into the restaurant with an expression that might to some degree match how Brier is feeling. Sort of dazed, that is-- even if it can't be seen by Norma or Brier right now, standing in the back at the sink as they are.

Harold Finch stands looking in, holding the leash of a large dog in hand, gazing at the empty room.

"...hello," he calls after an awkward pause. "Is anyone here? The-- the computer said this was an... eatery?"