<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e2Z3BBd.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Kindle<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kenna Cochran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ready Room/Car<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shatterstar, Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Storm, The Wolverine<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Anxiety<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://scontent-lhr3-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/9ff9f9d10daf5f1bce167ddb1a8cf5a7/5D4F346C/t51.2885-15/e35/27580833_1607788505978481_2604351143320485888_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-lhr3-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;ig_cache_key=MTcxNzQxMTgwNDc1NTQxNDg1MQ%3D%3D.2) (https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7539/27863993652_f2ec130028_b.jpg) (https://scontent-atl.cdninstagram.com/vp/c8fc535864009a3edb627adbad3f3ce0/5CBE552A/t51.2885-15/e35/46818701_349651168919393_6680462807931014762_n.jpg?_nc_ht=instagram.fhel4-1.fna.fbcdn.net)</div></div><hr/>Kenna seemed to miss all of the sexual tension in the room, being so preoccupied with the feeling of anxiety. She could hear her own heart beating in her ears so loudly that she could hardly make out what Scott was saying. By the look on his face, he was definitely less than impressed with what she found out. "Oh, um, of course," she replied with a nod, somehow managing to make out that he wanted her to try again and also tacked on another task. Great. She couldn't even manage the first one and now she would have to do that AND navigate while Scott was driving! She was going to get them lost. Multitasking was definitely not what she could handle at the moment. After all, she couldn't even manage to keep her temperature in check right now! Poor Ben was still holding her hand while Kenna didn't even recognize that she was losing control of herself.<br/><br/>Quickly, she let go of Ben's hand and got herself in the car, behind the driver's seat. She immediately turned the device on and typed in their destination, sitting at the edge of her seat. Her body was tense, feeling like she was being tested on whether or not she would be fit for the team all in this one moment. Simple things like sitting back and buckling herself in were far from her mind as she focused on trying to get things right this time. She was far from handling this stress well.