[ The man hesitates in placing the reel atop the counter, instead pulling the clipboard in to check what's been written. "Do you have an approval letter from upper management?" he asks, expecting to be handed one. But when neither of the reapers do, he sets the tin aside, shaking his head and explaining that a letter is mandatory. ]

I know that quite well. [ His already cold gaze narrows even further. ] However, whomever trained your understudy failed to inform them of this, as I was given my own original reel earlier. Without requesting it.

[ It's an obvious warning that he'll report the man for negligence unless he complies with their request. It works well enough as he relinquishes the tin and buzzes them through to the viewing rooms.

Grell's own questions have been purposefully ignored. William pulls the chair out from the provided table, then immediately begins setting up the projector. ]

Sit.