Koma, or a rabid possum
As Ashley shuffled in, she found a chair and made a beeline towards it. She ran a hand through her messy ponytail, as if to look more presentable, and then crossed her arms. Meetings weren’t too uncommon, but when one occured, Ash always wanted to be sitting. Everything was still on routine for her, and one silly meeting did not throw a wrench into her plans for that day. Watching Miguel’s hands, Ash could immediately detect that something was troubling him, but did not decide to speak up. Being a voice of reason wasn’t really her thing, she was just the brick wall protecting that voice of reason.