Without waiting for any further talks, Judge handed over his identification documents to the receptionist as soon as she held her hands out and started to say "Identifi..."
Yeah, I know the ropes around here. He thought inwardly, but quickly suppressed those thoughts to not jinx himself.
The receptionist with green hair adjusted her glasses and sized him up again... twice, before punching the keys and scanning through the document he gave. A short while passed and she made two copies of his documents as well as took an application sheet from on top of a nearby pile.
She stood up, went near the telegram transceiver, put the paper into a compartment, and again started punching the keys. This time, the duration was pretty long, but after she got a confirmation that the identification documents were not fake, she printed details into the application document and gave him his original document.
