they walk into the room, slightly pissed off. Nothing had been going their way that day. Misgendering everywhere, tension everywhere, they got their bag lost, everything. They just wanted a break. They walk into the room, with their (eventually found) bags, and annoyance clear on their face. Their bristles are on the brink of burning and flaming up.

“Stupid elevator! I swear, I’m gonna punch someone-“ notices you “oh, hi.”