*tenses, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as the envelopes hit the desk and then the carpet* *has seen you in a whole range of moods, from frustrated to flat-out pissed, but you've never been anything but perfectly controlled*
*her brows knitted together warily* Erestor, it's not like you're fired à la Nico. It's just vacation. *takes a step toward you, spreading her hands* Which you seriously need—have you looked in a mirror lately?