Honestly, though, with all the national security paranoia (not unfounded, of course, but still)  it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if people were being screened in the glass room. Now not everyone waited in there, some couldn’t take the fishbowl feeling and wandered about, checking the box on the wall periodically. I guess I passed muster, though, because my passport arrived by the end of April, in plenty of time before the cruise.