Isn't it? We're...here to represent the labels, after all. One screw up on television, and we could be fired.

["Fired". Ha. Ha. She can almost feel Lesedi's nails on her back, like claws. Her breath hissing in her ear. Her eyes flaring with rage as they so often did even in public at the slightest provocation.

She'd personally never even had the misfortune to get on that woman's bad side. But anything is possible, she knows it, deep down, and with Terry in danger, with all of them in danger, that shadow hanging over them, over even Artolo even if he doesn't realize it--she can't fight what she has to do.]

I'm not going to get anyone fired for my missteps, either.