The guard picks up the ID from the tray. He pauses to study it a moment. He holds the ID up and compares it to Mable's face. Still holding the ID, he walks over to a drawer, pulls out a thick government ID book, and thumbs through it. He examines the ID with a magnifier that he holds to his eye, clearly checking for markings that signal this ID is legit.
Time ticks by. As her partner is studying the ID, the second guard comes to the window to talk to Mable.
" You don't have your government issued ID? Drivers license?"
The woman looks closely at Mable.
"Why are ya'll out here at this time of night? No one told us to admit you."