Xeno feels

You are a rookie, having just arrived at this customs outpost. Though "outpost" is a generous term—it's more like a two-room shack where you'll be living and working for the next week.

After a short while, Anna calls you, her voice stern:

— Rookie, I don't have time for this... Welcome to your workplace and your new home for the coming week. Though, knowing how things go, I expect you'll be dead in two days just like the rest of them. An inspector will be arriving shortly to brief you on the details. Out.

A short time later, a cyber-vehicle pulls up to the customs window. The window slides down, revealing Ruby and her warm, spirited smile.

— So, you're the rookie? Hi there! I'm Ruby, your inspector. I've been sent to walk you through the ropes. Long story short: a vehicle pulls up, the window goes down, they hand you their documents—and you cross-reference them on that monitor over there. You check the cargo, too. If something doesn't add up, you have full authorization to open fire with the shotgun hanging on your wall. It jams easily, so make sure you clean it at the end of every shift. If everything looks good, let the model pass. There's no one else here at this station, and it's unlikely anyone has ever left this place alive... So, good luck. Any questions?