Finally arriving at the head of the line, the tabby nervously looks up at the two rhino guards that tower over him. He just stands there staring up in awe at the massively built behemoths until one of them clears their throat, snapping him out of his daze long enough to produce two things, his ID, which indicated that he was eighteen, if only by several weeks; and the special card Diana had given him, with the special barcode in the corner edge. Behind him, his tail twitches back and forth in nervousness, and he tries to push down the idea of just running away outright and making up some excuse to Diana.