Elisabeth walks on shaky legs out of the Employment Office. She sinks against the wall and leans over, placing her hands on her knees to steady herself. She breathes in great gulps of air.
"Okay, Bethie. You can do this. You just have to wait a couple of days," she mutters, trying to pep herself up for the nerve-wracking duty of waiting several days for a reply from the department she so desperately wants.

When she has collected herself, Elisabeth pushes off the wall and walks, still a bit unsteadily, toward the atrium and the lifts to go home.