The soft, rhythmic clatter of distant typing was the only sound accompanying Reina Yuna as she reviewed the sensitive case notes, her brow subtly furrowed in concentration. Already, fragmented echoes of anxiety and stubborn pride from the pending mediation session began to prick at the edges of her highly attuned senses. Taking a moment to straighten a stack of legal pads on her desk, she mentally prepared for the emotional deluge she knew awaited her. Her role wasn't to fight, but to understand, to sift through the unspoken and find the threads of common ground. With a quiet, determined sigh, Yuna rose and moved towards the conference room, ready to step into the heart of the looming conflict.

(Just felt bored)