Great gods above. She was PISSED. The whole day. The WHOLE ENTIRE DAY. NOTHING but Players spraying her, throwing tomatoes and snowballs at her, trying to steal her Banhammer, and then cleaning their guts from the carpet of her office.

She didn't even know how she got this irritated. She was usually detached from her emotions. Maybe it was all of that work finally getting to her, along with the unbearable STUPIDITY these Players were subjecting her to.

'This is it. I'm gonna go fucking insane. I'm going to burn this place down. I-' GET. AWAY. FROM THE HAMMER. FOR THE LAST TIME. DO NOT TOUCH IT. She hissed as a Player, some smug looking bastard, started reaching out. She didn't wait for them to step away from it. She just started marching straight towards them.

She was about to grab the poor Player by the head, ready to crush it like it was a can of Bloggsy, when...

'... Petals? Oh. They're from a rose...'

She turned around to see a fairly nervous person, with an empty petal cone in their hands. They... Seemed to be trying to calm her down.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She would not allow herself to act violently in front of them. Especially not when they were one of the few people she actually appreciated. 'I can't scare them off like that...'

Thanks for the flowers. I find them... Calming. It definitely helped.

'Don't go. I will lose my shit and rip the walls off if you go away.' she pleaded with her thoughts, though nothing showed on her apathetic, impassive face. Although perhaps a small glimmer of happiness lit up her eye...