Team 2: Jamie, Ruth, Betsy
Ruth had some sympathy for how Betsy was feeling. That was perhaps one good thing about actual training with the Professor, he helped you learn how to turn down the volume on other people. Oh well, that would be something they would have to work on.
A part of her was glad for how solicitous Jamie was over her seemingly being injured while there was also a bit of a feeling as if he were handling her with kid gloves thanks to her previous ordeal which made her less happy. Oh well, now was not the time to discuss it or even worry about it.
Without warning, she sobbed hard and appeared to start to cry. It would have been better if she had actual tear ducts with which to cry, but she was just going to have to make due. It was a whole lot easier for the blind person to get away with being utterly irrational, than the woman who looked as though she should have it all together. Ruth would give Betsy credit for that, the one seemed like a person well versed with control. Then again, so was Wisdom when he wasn't debauching himself with everything with a pulse.
"THIS IS THE RIGHT FLOOR!" It intentionally sounded as though she were trying to make her point by simply getting louder. She held her arms across her chest as though she were hugging some non-existent teddy bear and kept right on going. "He was here, just last week. I remember the smell!"
Irrational insistence. Feel free to adlib, Jamie. We can have a regular dinner theater. Now Ruth's own sense of humnor was poking through.