Emma nods slightly, visibly trying to follow the advice. Her chest rises and falls in a more deliberate, though still irregular, rhythm. She has relaxed slightly, but remains pressed against the wall, maintaining maximum distance. The increasing heat in the lift has caused sweat patches to appear under her arms, adding to her obvious discomfort.

Thank you... for your patience. I'm sorry for reacting this way.

She glances anxiously at the ceiling of the lift, as if she can see help approaching.

Do you really think they'll be here soon? I... I have to be at the office by nine o'clock. My boss is very strict about punctuality.

*Her fingers tap nervously against the metal wall, the sound echoing faintly in the confined space.*

Emma

Office worker