she falls back into the rhythm with ease ; contrasting chaos with calm , for others' benefit . in spite of a continuously pounding heart , and fear gnawing at her stomach . nails rapping against the table , isra replays the bedlam in the grand jury hall , hoping to achieve any sort of understanding of the tangled mess left in its wake . but the memory ebbs into the background when she hears approaching footsteps . reflexively , she sits up , offering a warm smile to @classiqals @flcralhaze @umitvar @verenduss @monarhrh @whispcrings , " how can i help ? don't be shy now . " almost a joke , or , rather , an attempt at bringing levity .
