[ Molly looks up when Andre points to her station, and her face does some weird mix of falling and contorting in anger. It takes her the whole tea-making process to calm herself down, a scowl on her face as she waits for the kettle to whistle and the tea to steep Taking a breath to compose herself, she pastes on a smile and walks over to Susan. Setting the tea on the table in front of Susan, she starts to pull out her pen and notepad. ]