[color=fff79a]"Oh gods," Cecillia muttered in a barely-audible whisper. "Kat, I'm so sorry..."[/color]

As Kat stormed-out, Marlene sighed. Things had been fraying at the edges for awhile now and it just had to be [i]now[/i] that one of their own was starting to come undone... in front of a client...

[color=ed145b]"I'll take care of it. You'll have to tell me how this meeting ends, [i]later[/i]."[/color] She replied as she rose and went for the halls, moving quickly to keep from losing her.

She didn't try stopping Kat, at first she didn't even talk to her until they'd walked well out of earshot. But the important thing was she wasn't going to let her just run away; because that's what she was doing, and she was better than that.

[color=ed145b]"All week you've been itching to use that bazooka on a worthy target. Mind telling me why I shouldn't have even bothered to watch-out for your field of fire?"[/color]

...

[color=ed145b]"I want to hear it from [i]you[/i] what happened; what [i]you[/i], in your many years of working unpaid-overtime keeping these things running, propose we have to do to fix this.... [i]We're worried about you[/i], okay?"[/color]