The ork turns, surprised for a moment, and then gives a simple, one picture answer. It is thankfully not a picture of a devil-rat, but of a Tulley Monster. The elongated paracritter mouse, not the ancient possibly-a-vertebrate.<br/><br/>Fortunately, they are quite poison-able and fragile in comparison to a devil-rat. Unfortunately, they had pretty horrific illusions as both weapon and protection, and there was a popular idea that they also somehow knew how to leverage those illusions into getting people to shoot at anyone dropping poisons. There was little proof of them actually doing that intentionally.<br/><br/>Of course, that still left enough room for a Stuffer Shack manager to make terrible decisions and enforce them on workers. Either that or the ork is showing her Shack ID in a vain hope for mercy. The cashier sends an ARO. "G- I don't think the boss is going to be that much of a hardass about you talking on the job in this case." It disappears after a few moments, probably when the cashier realizes that she left the visibility to All.