Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey
As that glimmer of gladness eased Roxy's stress, even if just by a tiny amount, Jess gave a sigh of relief. The motorcycle servicing would be a help to the anchor, not a hindrance. She needed to break the habit of assuming the worst, but that wasn't easy when in some cases, the worst was a likely possibility.
"We'll let you know as soon as it's finished," she told the biker, smiling up once she'd taken his details. Acting polite now wouldn't make up for having been rude earlier, however unintentionally, but all she could do was try to salvage the situation at least somewhat.
As Roxy busied herself, so did Jess, replying to emails and booking appointments. Both of them had things to take their minds off events for now, but they'd have to address what was going on before long. The thought cast its shadow over the empath no matter how she occupied herself with office duties.
She'd ask at lunchtime, she decided. That secondhand sense of dread, of bracing for a daunting task, told her there was no ignoring this.