The program ran through the incoming video chat jingle twice before it was opened. The webcam showed a bleary-eyed short haired woman, scratching her chest through the old t-shirt she apparently slept in.
"Look, it's 5 in the fucking morning, I only got to sleep an hour ago, can you please..."
She trailed off as her eyes widened enough to take in the suit, the floral display, the sign.
"I-" she began, and then the connection froze.
He rebooted the system quickly, then called her back as soon as he could.
Her account was closed within the day.