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

Jess grabbed her phone from her pocket, only realising how tight her grip was when she saw her knuckles turn white. Breathing deeply, she unclenched her muscles, but relaxing wasn't easy. It wasn't nervousness this time. With every punch Roxy threw at the bag came a wave of anger, then satisfaction, as if she were fighting and winning against a hated enemy rather than training. As the pent-up frustration began to ease away, Jess dialled the number. Maybe if the crack in the shield were fixed, the situation would be that little bit easier to deal with, or at least one source of stress would be gone.

The kindly voice on the other end helped calm her. Keeping her tone even, Jess explained the situation. At one question, she paused. [color=teal]"Uh... I'll just quickly check,"[/color] she said, lowering the phone and turning her head towards Roxy. [color=teal]"Which day of the week would be best?"[/color]