Even before she sat she saw that Steve, the handsome guy, was at the table already. As she sat he turned said hi than promptly turned back to the girl...he had been talking to, effectively ignoring Brittany. She didn't like that and wondered how to get his attention again.Ten minutes after her arrival he got a call on his cell phone. He answered it reluctantly and after a short conversation which included telling the person on the line that he was relaxing but after a moment he nodded and said he. Mara would have to learn how much. He activated switches on the wall using theForce, and two of the arms moved closer, hovering near the female prisoner.They were angled to present what looked like razor sharp shears towards theirtarget. They hesitated a moment, then moved to touch the body hugging materialof Mara?s jumpsuit. Then they started to cut. Mara held her breath and stayed perfectlystill, but inside she was boiling with outrage. The shears moved over her form,snipping and clipping at. ”Brock was tired.“I think I’m emotionally drained,” he told the girl. “Can you give me a little time to recharge my batteries, maybe come back tomorrow afternoon--or, hell, this afternoon, I guess.”Jenny put her arm around Brock’s shoulder.“Sure,” she told him. “I wasn’t sure if you would want company or if you’d just want some time alone with your thoughts.”Brock smiled ruefully.“I’m not sure myself,” he replied. “It’s been a very long couple of weeks. Tonight was almost anticlimactic. I. She was not angry, but acted like shewanted to have him all to herself. She put her right arm around Alice'sback and pulled him closer to her side. He leaned in and rested his headon her shoulder as he talked. They had sat together like that severaltimes that day, so he saw it as comfortable and a way to express theiraffection for each other. He did not see the position the way the otherssaw it.To the others, he looked more like a girl leaning on her boyfriend'sshoulder. A little shorter than.