Christine remembered this young man fairly well--he was adorable. She watched him walk up and then tilted her head, giving him that glorious smile that kept her in good graces with management. Even if she had somewhat stopped caring about helping a while ago.
She glanced down as he plucked his sleeve and she looked back up, somewhat caught off-guard by the question. "Hm? Oh. Messages." She turned to her computer and typed in a few things, his screen popping up. She knew that there weren't any messages, but deception was sometimes necessary. "I'm so sorry, we haven't gotten anything. Our wires can be a little touch and go around here, thanks to the heat. Have you tried your cell service again?" She knew that was a no go too. She had to keep the guests happy, though.