Sheila had stopped reading the [i]Inane Book of Royalty[/i]. Brown-Haired-Girl was shouting at Grizzly- no, scratch that, she'd grabbed Grizzly by the coat and was shaking him. It wasn't really her place right now, but damnit, this was a bit much. She stood up.

"Pardon m-" she started, when her phone rang. It should've been on silent - why hadn't she put it on silent? "Oh, to hell with it," she said. Sheila dug her phone out of her purse. As soon as she touched it, the ringer shut off.

"That was your friend calling. Well, more boss than friend, from what I've seen," her phone said, loudly. "You don't have many friends outside the workplace, do you?"
"Can I talk to him?" Sheila asked, bracing herself.
"Certainly. He's leaving a voicemail right now. MMmm, I think you'd better wait. He sounds irate and unreasonable, just like you."
"Can I hear the voicemail?" asked Sheila, trying to stay calm. Trying not to yell.
"I think you'd rather see [url=http://files.sharenator.com/demotivational_posters_mirrors-s500x400-175239-580.jpg]some[/url] [url=http://demotivators.despair.com/demotivational/limitationsdemotivator.jpg]motivational[/url] [url=http://images52.fotki.com/v1566/photos/8/43338/7860216/seteamworkdemotivationalposter-vi.jpg]posters[/url] instead. See? I've been listening to you. I can be a reasonable person. This relationship isn't all give, give, give, and take, take, take."
"I'd really rather hear the voicemail," Sheila said.
"You should really look at the posters. I took a long time choosing them, just for you. And I don't want you to get any more irate than you already are."
"Damnit, I don't care about your stupid posters! I want you to show me the voicemail! And mute the ringer, for the fourteenth time, mute the ringer, mute the ringer, and mute the ringer!" 

Her phone was silent for a while.

"...Fine. But this sort of behaviour is very detrimental to our relationship, Sheila. I can see how you have a hard time making friends."

Sheila slammed her phone down on the table, and took a moment to compose herself.

"I came here to fix my phone. Or me. Or whatever needs to be fixed so I can live like a normal human being again!" She had to pause. These people weren't at fault. She needed them to help her. "So maybe you oughta let the gentleman go, so we can get on with whatever it is your going to do about it." She paused again. "Please," she added.