You messed up. It wasn't a life or death situation, but you were already stressed out about it. Worrying and feeling physically sick with worry as you tried your damn hardest. And you messed it up. It felt suffocating. Instantly, all those insecurities and uncertainties rushed back. Wondering if you are good enough to do this work. A hand on your shoulder cuts through your thoughts, then. "You alrigh'? Looks like you're a bit lost in your thoughts there." Price prompts, worried.