"Figured..." Alice mumbled as she turned away and disappeared. She clopped down the stairs, the echo of her heels and movement thundering around her as she slammed through the door that lead to the floor of her office. She was greeted by quiet cubicles. Continuing on as if nothing was going on, she beelined for her office, all the while scanning her surroundings under her lashes. She made it to her door without confrontation, quietly closed the door, and then sprung into action.
Her limbs where a windmill of motion as she snatched papers here, items there, and stuffed them into her briefcase. She found herself sprawled across her desk, reaching for a drawer on the opposite side and froze. There it was, the last thing that she needed to grab and the one that hung-irritatingly-over her mind the most. Slowly, she reached for it with a facade of anger. She had no idea why such a tiny thing bore on her mind, yet it still did. She was ashamed that it did, and this as the reason why she did not want Tom to follow her. Despite her training, despite every fiber in her screaming that she should have kept close to her comrade, she still could not face him with such a show of.... weakness.
Alice shook her head and snatched the trinket: a necklace with a solid silver ring hanging from it. She quickly hooked it around her neck, tucked it out of sight under her shirt, snatched the briefcase, and stormed out her office.