It looks like someone [i]did[/i] hear me over their own noise. Unfortunately, it's not any of the people blocking my way. He's a hundi, older than myself. I don't know him, but I suppose I don't personally know many of the adventurers here yet.

He's trying to give me advice, but...

"Hmph."

I let out a huff, my hands slipping down from my chest to rest on my hips. First of all, I didn't ask for any advice.

"So I shouldn't expect them to be considerate?" I ask, "I'm looking for a job, too, would [i]they[/i] like it if they were walled off and unable to even see the listings?"

The answer is plainly obvious. There's no need to elaborate any further. No-one would be happy about it, and so my irritation is completely justified.

"Besides, it's not like I can accept a job I can't even read about," I add, looking him over again. Tanned skin, silvery hair, leather armor and green clothing. I have to guess he's some kind of hunter or other kind of lighter-equipped fighter, something along those lines. He doesn't look unexperienced, but it's not like I was trying to get assistance.

Besides, if that was his goal, he didn't help at all.

I suppose I [i]could[/i] try and listen in and ask a receptionist about the challenge rating of a specific listing, but wouldn't that just give them more work? He [i]did[/i] just describe them as overworked, after all.

Hmph.

If he really wanted to help, he should have tried to make some room himself, but he's just sat down and started listening in rather then trying to get someone to move.

In that case---

"I [i]said[/i] excuse me!"

[@Eisenhorn]