Ivy is wringing her hands. Or more accurately, she is fiddling with her bracelet, tugging at her sleeves, and generally projecting the very picture of delicate worry. Or something like delicate. Maybe not that delicate. She thinks it's delicate. It's definitely clear.
Every once in a while, she glances towards the door that leads to the staff-only areas of the Hive, but it isn't the intermittent sound of a raised voice that has her worried. In fact, it's not even strictly the health and safety inspector and/or the bar's co-owner who have been fighting in the backoffice for a while now that are putting her in a state.
It is whom the inspector didn't bring with him when he arrived.
"Maybe he has fallen ill," she says nervously to nobody specific, though as there is only one person really close enough by to be counted as an audience, it's not entirely undirected, glancing towards the door as if "he" might step through it any moment, "but he wasn't here the last time the inspector came, either - maybe he has had an accident! Oh no, that poor young man, what if he is in hospital and I do not even know about it, I should send him a card - but perhaps that would be too much, but what if he is lonely, and hospitals have such terrible food, I should send some food as well, and perhaps a good book, he said he was fond of-" she pauses, and then shakes her head in despair, "oh, how terrible, what if he is in a coma?"
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Every once in a while, she glances towards the door that leads to the staff-only areas of the Hive, but it isn't the intermittent sound of a raised voice that has her worried. In fact, it's not even strictly the health and safety inspector and/or the bar's co-owner who have been fighting in the backoffice for a while now that are putting her in a state.
It is whom the inspector didn't bring with him when he arrived.
"Maybe he has fallen ill," she says nervously to nobody specific, though as there is only one person really close enough by to be counted as an audience, it's not entirely undirected, glancing towards the door as if "he" might step through it any moment, "but he wasn't here the last time the inspector came, either - maybe he has had an accident! Oh no, that poor young man, what if he is in hospital and I do not even know about it, I should send him a card - but perhaps that would be too much, but what if he is lonely, and hospitals have such terrible food, I should send some food as well, and perhaps a good book, he said he was fond of-" she pauses, and then shakes her head in despair, "oh, how terrible, what if he is in a coma?"