There’s noise on the line for a moment. As always, the two-way in the corner is blank: they can see Bark, Bark can’t see them. For Security.
“Uh, can we see your ID?” asks a voice after a while.
Bark produces the order on the phone, then the ID Wallet, then their star rating, a little passive-aggressively, holding each one up to the camera and the verification lens in turn.
“Okay,” the voice says, only slightly less guarded. “Did you come via Block Q from House on the Hill?”
“I would’ve normally,” Bark assures them, in case this is a test, “but it’s currently on fire, so this time I went the long way. I’m still in-window, aren’t I?”
There’s another silence.
“Literally on fire?” the voice asks.
“It’ll be on the news by now,” Bark says. The interrogation is beginning to pall.
“No yeah, we were just wondering if there was something else,” the voice adds. “Like, you were there or something. Did you see anyone there?”
“Sir,” Bark says, defaulting to customer service, “I was focused on bringing you your order as quickly as I could so that you didn’t have to wait for your vegan Pseudoshis.”