He tucks the cookie into a breast pocket, and steps one more step into the closet.

"Start big, I figure. Debris, put things where they ought to be goin'. Then we can see about fixin' things, cleaning things. I got- gloves over here, I'm pretty sure."

He fishes his ring of keys out of a different pocket, and unlocks the cabinet- only to stop short.

"...huh. Now that don't look like no gloves to me."