[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Jess quickly stood up as Roxy stomped over. She'd expected a wave of anger to hit, but the anchor was doing her best to tamp it down. Even her expression was slightly softer than usual - the keyword being "slightly".

At the surprisingly gentle suggestion to give working at the desk a miss, Jess shook her head. Now she truly couldn't refuse to give something back to the anchor, even though taking on a bit of desk work couldn't begin to compensate for the damage being done. [color=teal]"It's ok. I know you're worried, but... It was just a few scraps of paper."[/color] She couldn't tell Roxy about the most recent source of stress. It was already clear her mother thought less than highly of the anchor, and reminding her of the fact wouldn't help matters.

She gave a shaky chuckle, trying to laugh off the wastepaper basket aiming incident, then her face turned serious. [color=teal]"Please, don't beat yourself up over this."[/color] The twinges of guilt seeping out from behind that shield of anger Roxy put up hadn't gone unnoticed.