One part of the training included shadowing Security detail.  Since flights all over the world were delayed a bunch of us tagged along to a large complex hotel.  Observing each other and analysis of strengths and weaknesses was helping sort us into "best fit". 

     "It's still off-off-Broadway," a woman was chewing gum and touting.  A more crispily dressed woman held out her hand in front of her.  "Not making any money yet.  Didn't you hear me say off-off?!" 

     "The gum Simone.  Give it." 

     The woman took it from her palm and stuck it on the inside of the wastebasket's side.  "That way they have your DNA." 

     A wall of monitors showed key points from airports and train stations to the hotel's lobbies, hallways, and service areas as a panel.  Everything seemed orderly.  "Ever seen violence?"  Someone asked the Monitoring person.  The person's eyes rolled and mouth made many contortions before settling into speaking.  "What kind of question is that? This is Vegas honey.  What isn't violent here?"  

     "How do you deal with that?  Personally?" 

     "Can we skip the psychoanalysis Ladies?"  A man with folded arms unfolded his arms to ask.  His suit coat arms were well-wrinkled at the folded-arm posture points. 

     "It's a valid question." Someone advocated. 

     "I go horseback riding." The Monitoring person said while dialing a zoom-in on one of the screens showing vending machines. 

     "That's a lot of dials," another man moved closer and photographed the controls above and looking out from the seated person.  Said, "In our State we're working to recruit youth to apprenticeships doing this kind of work.  Such photos might help populate brochures." 

     The Monitoring person put a hand in front of the lens while moving out of the way.  "But, let's do this," got up while photographer held camera away and to the floor.  Moved levers to black out the screens and bring up a panel of TV.