“If any of them are too much to handle let me know. So I can get rid of them first,” Asran said looking down at Ayrie. There was a deep concern written on his face, and a good deal of apprehension. They walked inside to see a front desk behind a bulletproof glass. “Hey mayor, you’re here with that chick that’s gonna take confessionals right,” the guard said behind the desk. “Yeah, and her names Ayrie not chick. Mind your manners.” “Ah alright, sorry miss Ayrie. Let me get you all set up with a guest credentials. It will take a few days to get your permanent ones made,” the gaurs said. He then went to work behind the desk, and then slid a plastic card from out a slot under the glass. Which Asran took, and handed to Ayrie.