"This isn't yours! The building is owned!" But she was maybe slapping an alarm button yes.

Because.

Was it any wonder other volunteers stopped at the door, watching the trio tensely before a purple woman in brown swept in and...weighed them for a long moment. "If you're going to be present then you can step this way, away from my poor volunteers so they can get to work, or you can pick up a knife and chop as we talk." Either or.

::Well...that's a new response,:: Elora chuckled.