Betty was feeling out of her depth - worried and puzzled and very, very frustrated.<em>Angry</em>too. She did a good job of hiding all that as she stepped from the car though. Looking, for all the world, like the professional, slightly haughty accountant she was… or had been. She wasn’t entirely sure how things stood these days.<br/><br/>"Miss Brooks – mister Coombs," she greeted Cathy and Alan, formal as ever. Up this close, Betty looked pale and worn, like she hadn't slept in a while. "So very kind of you to see me," a pause, "Graham... I assume he has... filled you in?"<br/><br/>Oh she did hope so.