With a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and a copy of the case file in the other, Emily sighed as she sat down in the conference room. this case was taking longer than they expected it would, though that seemed to happen with every case. she ran a hand through her hair, looking up to the ceiling as she racked her brain. it was silent in the room, aside from the occasional bump of your knee against the underside of the table. this pulled emily’s gaze from counting the ceiling tiles to looking at you. she immediately picked up on your discomfort, the bouncing knee, the way you were staring so intently at your hands as you picked at the skin around your nails, the heavy but rapid rise and fall of your chest. something was overstimulating you, or probably multiple things.