She stares at him like he's crazy. He probably is. The courage she finds for guard work is leaving her, now this is turning into something of a social venture. She shakes the thought out of her mind and turns her attention back to the problem posed by the setting.

"Is that local talk for something?" Her eyes fall on a man sitting at what looks to be a front desk.

"Are you in charge here, sir?" He looks up at her, startled.

"What? No, I just work the desk. What?"