More grumbling came from the man. Some of the words he said, I was able to pick up between the cacophony of voices around me. Words describing me a bitch, dictator, and other colorful details that all but ensured that I wouldn’t sign his documents. He stayed behind a bit as the group continued to follow me towards the Department of Mysteries. Glancing over my shoulder, I called out to Reginald, "I heard that! Good luck getting that document signed!"