"HAH!" Lainey almost shouted. She threw head back and cackled as she moved over to the burgundy clad windows. She hauled back and kicked the curtains. "I hate burgundy. It reminds me of old woman, blood, and cranberries. I don't much care for any of those." Her list of things she hated were adding up today.

She approached her chair and started with the first question about the name plate. "Well, I've made two conclusions about that name plate, Sabrina. One, they want me dead - but luckily don't my name well enough - so I consider myself safe, or two, they're making a very cruel joke about my past." She left it at that.

Lainey hadn't been prodded by any torches or pitchforks, so she was a little more at ease with the mob. She fell into her chair and then nearly dumped herself in the floor. Needless to say, she hadn't gotten a high quality chair. So, she sat very, very still once she got sat upright, her elbows up and her fist white from gripping the rails.

She made it look like she meant to do it, of course. "Frequently," Lainey answered Anna. "This office dazzles me every time I enter. Why, I could dazzle the garbage bin with barf right now I'm so enchanted with the decor."