This was one of those days.
What seemed like a critical breakthrough at the time had just turned out to be a misread failure, and what was meant to be just a few more minutes spent observing her experiment had rapidly become half an hour. By the time she made it to the nearest coffee machine, she could hardly keep her eyes open, and was fighting against the sting from the excessive strain that she had put on them.
Hoping that a moment's relaxation might encourage a faster recovery, she stopped to sit in an otherwise empty lounge near the lab. After sending a short message with her phone (which lacked what she'd expected to be an immediate response), she began to impatiently drum her thumb on the small table in front of her.
Astaraei