Grace leans into the screen-- she had spent so much time scrutinizing the offerings, she hadn't even noticed the clear label delineating the difference between what's available for inmates and what's available for Wardens. Of course they weren't about to give weaponry to inmates. Great job, Grace.

"...I promise I'm usually better at paying attention to what I read," she groans, briefly burying her face in her hands from embarrassment. "It's literally my job, I'm a proofreader, how did I miss that, I'm so dumb!"