The quiet knock made her vault upright, but she was still crying. Sif hastily took a breath, trying to be calm when she opened the door. It wouldn't be ... good ... for her hot boss to see her looking like a mess.
She opened the door, inclining her head, trying to at least speak calmly. "Mayor. I'm sorry." She bit her lip so it wouldn't shake. "I don't mean to be unprofessional." She wiped her eyes, knowing her mascara was coming off, but not particularly caring. Better it be on her hand than running down her face.