"I think that Mr. Johnson will have a better explanation, but I think he's gonna stack some stuff in your favor. Just wait for 'em to call."<br/><br/>The (eventual) good news is that Mr. Johnson's call doesn't come in until after she'd been taken out to use one of the bathrooms and it didn't smell horribly or anything. The bad is that she got a few metallic pricks to the rear (and not the good kind) on the way there, and the four guards weren't at all quiet about their admiration of her ... well, just about everything. There's a guy talking about how he'd love to explode between those buns they'd been poking, another one lamenting how the search team were so lucky in getting to touch those breasts, and a little back and forth between a man and woman about how they'd best like to put those horns to use. That turns into a threeway about nice legs, but stops short of a foursome discussion.<br/><br/>The way back lacks pricks, be they metallic or otherwise, but the shout that precedes Derple getting the call tells everyone that Mr. Breasts Focus just found out other things that the inspection team did.<br/><br/><br/>"Hrm?" The voice is a bit surprised, even through the masking filters. "Ah good. You're alone. Your manager has given you the terms. I'm here to give my support. I'm able to smuggle some things in for you, and even set up a confluence of team mates for you for now. Soon I should have some people to look out for, but you'll probably get that just before the 'game' begins."<br/><br/>A short rasp of breath and the Johnson continues. "So, give me a list of things you'd want and what I should work to have soonest available. I'll be sending a file. Look it over and see who of that group you like. I'll make sure they're sent to the same area as you." A faint zipping noise and then "I'll stay on the line for a bit, but make sure you have the answers before two hours are up. You'll be out of contact until it's too later for me to do anything."