He was beginning to frustrate her again. Pushing her chair back from the table she gave him a cold look, "That's useless information. You'd best spend your time doing something more productive." She stood up, needing to use the table to support herself as the room began to spin like a merry go round. "How I deal with things is none of your business," she declared. Attempting to walk back to her table, she ended up tripping over nothing. She quickly pulled herself together, got up, and made it to her table, walking like a drunk the entire time. Her thoughts were barely coherent as she logged on to her computer and began to do her normal routine of clearing all traces of where she'd been.