P1: Loona throws some painkillers into her mouth.
P2: We see her at her desk, a medicine bottle of ibuprofen next to her. She looks miserable.
LOONA (thoughts): Great. Not even one minute back to work and I've already pissed off both of them. At least the medicine will help with the pain...
P3: Loona buries her head in her hands, tugging at her hair, frustrated.
LOONA (thoughts): Why do I always do this? I really don't want things to end like this... how am I supposed to make it up to them? Should I say something before the assignment, or after, or during lunch, or--?
P4: Millie walks by, looking over a stack of documents, not really paying attention to Loona. Loona perks up when she sees her.
LOONA: M-Millie! I-I didn't think you'd be here so soon!