[ Ooh. Oh ho ho. *Mute’s head snaps right around, about to rip into whoever was fool enough to interrupt her while she gives these imbeciles a tongue-lashing...

... But stops, stares, narrows her eyes. A certain set of calculations execute. ]

I’m sorry. What, precisely, should I say to those in charge of our stay if they can’t manage to properly welcome their supposed “guests”? Something that is, apparently, completely under their control?

[ ... Well, it’s not more yelling. Is this a start? ]