Grenn had caught the first part only vaguely as she was passing by outside, but heard the whole message as it repeated as she detoured inside. Staring at the screen, Grenn turned her head towards the reception desk, and then back.

Hid her eyes behind one hand, while the other gripped the arm of the chair. A few choice things could be heard muttered under her breath, such as "unbelievable", "ought to be illegal", "outdated ideas", "slavery". Grenn knew there was probably no idea going up to the desk to complain, but this... this amounted to slavery and was it not illegal!?