India Drummond
She mumbled, then realising her mistake, she leaned forward, colliding with the microphone. The thud made everyone wince.
“Sorry. sorry,” she said.
“Could we get on with this?”
“Yes, sorry.” She scrambled with her notes. “Umm. Everything is going to be all right.”
Silence.
“That’s it?”
“Umm, yes,” she said.
“Look. I know...