Gibbs. Pacci. Burley.

She clenched her fists; starting to feel pain in her tightly-compressed lips.

Knowing she couldn't lose it in the presence of the people in the room because it would be undignified.

Among other things.

She wanted to though.

Badly.

She needed to hold onto the façade, or it would not go well.

The pressure and the need to react increased, and she inhaled some air desperately.

“Jen?”

She turned and fled.

Children's benefit or otherwise, seeing her male counterparts in furry suits was compromising her control. And her bladder was weak at the best of times.