Her fear was palpable. "My... memories... are making things... worse?" she whispered, shuddering as she tried to become even smaller. A ghostly echo of the sound of boots walking down the hall. The sofas of the grey waiting room forming to one side. The positioning... She was now right where she was when she reported in or got missions. Though her back was to where Saïx usually stood. As she realized that, her fear spiked more and she looked as though she was expecting - and awaiting - a blow of some sort.