Integra nods; of course. It's not exactly a hardship for her to do something besides paperwork and running about for a few minutes, anyway. She rises, and pulls something out of her desk - a small silver pin, just quarter-sized, shaped like a shield. She steps around to Mabel and reaches out to attach it to her sleeve. "I have to put this on you myself," she says, explaining the sudden breach of personal space, "Or it won't work. Counter-measure. It's a pass to let you through the wards deeper in the facility. Princess Nuala can make you a personal one, soon."

This way, no one can break into Integra's office and just steal a pass. It's a simple bit of magic, but a very effective detail, in the end.