[Sara stares at him. She looks frustrated, angry. Her fists clench, and shake a little. For a second her knees buckle and it seems like she's going to slide back down into her seat.

Then she looks back up at him, eyes still shining.

And she whirls, braid swinging, charging for the door. It's stupid and petty and impulsive, and she's not angry at him--well okay she is angry at him, and everyone who raised their hands--but more than that she's angry at Mayfield, at whoever would devise a game like this.]

Then--then I'm dismissed! I'll show myself to the office. I am not going to stay here and stand for this. I hope everyone thinks long and hard about what they'd be losing if they do.

[Her hand closes around the handle, and she's about to go. She takes one deep breath before she cranks down on it, harder than she needs to.]