She raises her hands to her head and groans. The day for the most part had been good, but this was important.

She groans, and makes a sound that even the train can't translate. The emotion is there: it's the deep frustrating sound of someone who is putting a bit too much pressure on herself and has hit a wall.

A sharp inhalation of breath later and she's mostly to her even-tempered self. She nods, fixing her gaze back to the device as though staring at it would reveal some unknown solution.

"There's a meeting among all the teams in a couple of days. I wanted to return this leg to its owner by tomorrow." She frowns. "At this rate, I don't think I'm going to meet the deadline." And, if her setting of time was right, the night cycle would be starting in about an hour...

Maybe she bit off too much than she could chew.