"Oh, Akechi-kun! Did you lose your pass again?" she titters, reaching below the desk, "you really should be more careful with it, dear, they're not cheap to make, you know?"

A plain pass with an ID chip at the top gets deposited on the front desk- perfect size to insert in the reader at the elevator. The cognition smiles.

"Here you go, honey. Don't lose it again, you hear?"

With that, she goes back to staring straight ahead.