Almost perfectly on cue, the door panel slid open again, and that same southern voice came drifting through again. "All right y'all, come up to the door so we can get this all settled with. Line up now, come on." She clapped her hands together the way one might when instructing a small dog to perfor...

An old, matronly woman approaches the windowed door, likely in response to all the banging and kerfuffle just created. Peering in from beneath a pair of thick bifocals. A few moments after her arrival, a small sliding panel in the door opens up, accompanied by a low voice which speaks in a thick sou...