*looking over the notices, green eyes fall on this latest notice. Thinking of each of the devout Freelancers and their patrons, AnnaLee shakes her head. At first she contents to let it alone, leaving the free voice scream in to the space of this note. However, after walking past it a fifth time that day, she tears it down. She mutters to herself, and the patrons close by can hear the words "crossing lines even for free speech" amongst other things.*