The phone rang while John was talking, but the secertary still listened to John, but not in the overwhelmed why he had probably hoped for, but just idly paying attention to him, almost measuring him up. "Eh," She said to the guard, "Something is wrong on the east courtyard, probably nothing they say." The guard grunted off out the doors. She then looked toward John and shook her head, "You know, it's slightly out of sorts to ask a girl to get drink while she is...verking." Now, John may or may not have been to Iowa, Idaho, but that last word was defintely in accent that wasn't American.