Ivanova reads the message, raises an eyebrow, shrugs her shoulders and goes to sign the roster. She freezes, scrabbles frantically at her side, and flings the semi-concealed PPG at the window, ducking behind a nearby desk at the same moment. The light weapon doesn't quite make it to the window and detonates against the wall, leaving a good-sized crater where the radiator and a good chunk of the outside wall had. She peeks over the edge of the desk and as she watches, more of the wall crumbled. She shrugs. "Gives the room more natural light." She stands, brushes off her pants, signs the roster, and strides out of the room towards the nearest bank to see if she has enough credits on hand to repair the gaping, smoking hole.