[She's sorry, really. That grimace doesn't do much to reassure her. Mouth still downturned, she starts to speak, stops, then turn to have a look at the clipboard nearby to check the list of who's next. One finger presses on it to make sure she's seeing things correctly, then she turns back to him, letting out a nearly imperceptible sigh.]
You're next. [Which is definitely a relief, because it's horrible having to see anyone like that, but it's even worse when it's someone she knows.]
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You're next. [Which is definitely a relief, because it's horrible having to see anyone like that, but it's even worse when it's someone she knows.]